Last night in a dream I tried and tried to come up with a name for a short story. I finally decided on "The Smuggler". Now all I have to do is come up with a story. (too bad I woke up so early.)
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Or if you named it "The struggler," the story would already be written!
It was a dark and stormy night. A snuggler, a struggler, and a smuggler were huddled together in a crook of a paddock, where the night sea smells were strongest, bitterly overcoming the scent of the three, not to mention the odd sheep who had come to investigate this rarest of signs: a clutch of needly souls - adrift with only themselves to grasp onto. Alone. But not alone.
Tai and Katie. I was about to let you know I can hardly wait to go to bed tonight. We writers work in mysterious and unique ways.
But...Aaron, I think you've written the story for me. Maybe tonight I can start work on a brand new one.
Aaron! I want to know what happens next!
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