She came. She saw and conquered.
How can an 18-year-old college goer give me a run for my money?
I hate her. She hogs the limelight. Oh, boy I find her so lame!
My
Manager called me, “take June to our new office tomorrow. She is will
be sharing the cabin with you.” The last thing I wanted.
My car stalled near the crossing. I stepped out. I got a sharp push.!!
She reported accidental death.
Sunday, March 1, 2020
Accidental death (75-word story)
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