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Sandi and the bookstore 2

Tom looked at Carlie, her back rigid, anger rolling off of her, as she looked out the door. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Nothing,” she hissed.  “Do you have Sandi’s address?” “Why would I have her address?” Carlie dug her claws … Continue reading

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Sandi…a short story

The used bookstore was dim and smelled unpleasantly of old books.  But she went there everyday and stayed from morning until closing.  The owners were so used to seeing her, they brought her a donut and juice each morning, since … Continue reading

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