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What good are tears, they
can't quench a plant's thirst, only
sow seeds of sorrow
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M Dannenfelser
Married Midwesterner who loves reading, writing, and cats.
Part-time daydreamer, full-time nerd.
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When the Ball-Machine went Haywire
At lunchtime the day it happened, I was sitting sidelong on a bench with my feet up. Another boy and a girl came over so I scrambled up at once, then sat down again with a bump at the far end. I hoped the girl might look at me and say thanks for making room, but no such luck.
By Doc Sherwooda day ago in Fiction
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