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Fiction Foundry 2


"Michael!  C'mon, we're going to be late for church!"

Jeanine Carson fluttered about 1175 Anderson Circle like a moth on methamphetamines.

"For once in 13 years, I'd like to make it on time!" she yelled back up the narrow stairway.

"Mom, it's gonna be fine.  Jeez!  We've still got 10 minutes."


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