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Hector moved through the noisy throng at Flores’ mansion. At the party, he saw all kinds of people. Flores was walking beside him, extolling the finesse of his manor. “Hector, it’s brilliant! All of my drug-dealing friends from all around the world! And no pesky...
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Here is a short story I wrote for school: The raccoon ran down a back alley, pursuing the opossum ahead of him. It swerved and darted down another alley branching to the side. By the time the raccoon reached the alley, the opossum was gone, leaving no trace but the...
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