The Morning After

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By C. N. C. HarrisPublished 7 months ago • 1 min read

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Well, last night was fun,

I have to get going now,

Where are my knickers?

Filthy

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C. N. C. Harris

Writer, artist, teacher. Thirties, hurties and surviving. Quirky lady. I don't have a niche, I love writing thrillers, romance, articles about mental health, poetry, whatever takes my fancy! Obsessed with taking photos of my dog/chinchilla.

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Catherine Nyomenda7 months ago
Very nice.

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