Sarah sat, feet up, in an armchair. Phone off the hook, and somewhere in the house a radio playing. Classical music. Bach or Hayden. Balanced on one arm of the chair a glass of milk, and a plate of gingerbread cookies, mis-shaped like men. Sarah was reading Roberto Bolano .
D!! My own 50 word story. That's the nicest thing that's happened to me since I got to eat the last visceral realist. Thank you. And Sara ... now you can see that they're poets,yes?
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Sarah sat, feet up, in an armchair. Phone off the hook, and somewhere in the house a radio playing. Classical music. Bach or Hayden. Balanced on one arm of the chair a glass of milk, and a plate of gingerbread cookies, mis-shaped like men. Sarah was reading Roberto Bolano .
(that's fifty words)
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Hurrah! Glad to get to see them.
D!! My own 50 word story. That's the nicest thing that's happened to me since I got to eat the last visceral realist. Thank you.
And Sara ... now you can see that they're poets,yes?
With some of the books I read I could get very ill if I ate matching snacks!
Just trying to think what might go with candy shrimps and milky ways, Jem? Different elements completely.
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