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Of Cats and Bags
The Commissar
Burying the past
Burying the past He was staring into my eyes. “The past is the past, we don’t live there anymore. It needs to be buried….let it go; we need to move on” “Indeed” I replied…as I pulled the trigger. Even with the suppresser, the noise of the shot sounded loud. The shock on his face as the
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200 words. I don’t go out very much. I am not a social animal; I am a stay-at-home, rather shy, type. I am not a reclusive but I value my privacy and if anyone tries to get too close to me, I retreat into my shell. Occasionally I venture out into the garden for a leisurely stroll at my own
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