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Wanda McFee’s neighbor Marie was a short, rail thin Italian woman who lived in a split level ranch across the street from Wanda’s apartment building. Marie was ...

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Honestly do you believe it, me the subject of nightmares? I’m a simple woman pushed too far. Some would say I snapped, but I didn’t break any bones. Here’s ...

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The smell of purple lilacs drifted through the air leaving a fresh sweet scent upon the sloping countryside. The Bradford pears, bursting with white buds, were ...

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Editors Note: This story contains adult references and adult language. At the Metro station Barbes-Rochouart, a group of perhaps twenty teenagers boarded ...

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The group clustered around the old woman was starting to get impatient. One girl was chewing a hangnail while poking another girl with her foot. In ...

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Let’s get this straight before I begin. I no longer belong to an organized church. I was raised a Catholic but even as a kid I never felt like one. However, ...

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