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Calmness surrounds me;
ultimate tranquility.
Clarity lives here.
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The (Pho)enix Room
Light and carefree piano notes dangled in the air, spreading that cheery jazz throughout the atmosphere. They danced around slowly, bouncing softly off the pale blue walls, attempting to fill the entire room with a positive vibe. But the jazz was a mask… a mask that the owner of this establishment was trying to fit over an ugly, evil face of deception.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabileabout 23 hours ago in Fiction
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Love this Annie