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The Hour is Late
An innocuous, yet mysterious woman walks into the local bar. She approaches the Bartender and says in a flat tone, “Water please.”
She is around 5 feet tall. She has long, dark, slightly stringy hair. Her eyes are very dark, almost black. Her clothes are old and worn.
He says, “Honey this is no place for you. You should go back where you came from.” A man taps her on the shoulder and ask, “H...
Tuesday 21st August 2018 12:35 am
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