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SUNDAY STORY 🔮 SECONDHAND SMOKE

All this time I thought he was psychic. Turns out he’s a psychopath. Now, I go over everything he ever said to me. I unpack the prisms. And I shudder at the things I’ve done and repeated, instructions from the wacko. I’ve hurt people I have lashed I have  wounded an
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SUNDAY STORY 👱‍♀️ CHILD

The boyfriend and I and his mutt Max made a plan to meet in a public place with a mother and her five year old. Two tourists approached asking to have their photograph taken. Turned out they wanted their photograph taken with my boyfriend’s dog rather than this
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YOU’RE WELCOME

I’m driving in the center of town and slowly coming up on a green light.  Slowly because in the street are a family of tourists. I know they are tourists because they are in bathing gear and display a wobbly disheveled dawdling in the middle of the street. I park behind them. They don’t notice me. I lean o
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CASTLES & COTTAGES

Growing up in England I was introduced to magical Scotland.  America is the country of my birth but London was home and Scotland is where we went for holidays thanks to mother’s second hubby’s connections. In those days I had yet to see anything ugly. The worst had me in the backseat of a dark green Jaguar an
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BOULE

We lived in Morocco in the suburbs of Marrakesh. We left a dinner party in the old part of town, crowded until you drove past thick doors of wood and metal and inside was another world. As is the Arab way of architecture so you never know what ’s going on behind the great walls. Inside it’s all calm and uniformed servan
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UPDATE ON MR FOURNIER

First off, he is alive and well and in his domicile. I know this because I took another drive up the Keys to check on him, worried his son had dragged him and his trailer to Connecticut. I could not locate his domain last time so before taking off on the perilous route I made more precise plans. The road
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SUNDAY STORY 🐣 IN THE SOUP

There was a husband, what the heck was his name? Anyway he fell ill, this was wintertime and we were living in Paris. I said ‘No worries darling I’ll take care of you!’ and I thought, how does one care for the sick?  Chicken soup of course. Off I went to a butcher and that’s where t
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WARRIOR PRINCE OF SERBIA

                                                      Apologies if I scared you with the revelation of my grandfather’s mother who I don’t disparage for be
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PRINCESS 🦄

Aurora Demidoff is the mother of my grandfather HRH Prince Paul of Serbia. The instant he was born she did everything she could to give him away. When he was two he was dispatched to an uncle, permanently. Paul’s biological father, another peach, was already disinterested and long gone. But for sure this affect
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