Binni Gearing
The paper was blank. It shouldn’t have been. There should have been writing on the paper, at least a paragraph if not more. The fact that the writing wasn’t there was frustrating. Actually, it was even more than frustrating. It was downright distressing.
He had done everything right. There had been no mistakes throughout the entire process. It had been perfection and he knew it without a doubt, but the results still stared back at him with the fact that he had lost.
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February 23 2019
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“She folded her handkerchief neatly.”
“He had a hidden stash underneath the floorboards in the back room of the house.”
January 24 2019
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