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A Short Story
by Random Writer
Kate Fish had always loved deprived Moscow with its wandering,
witty waters. It was a place where she felt concerned.
As Kate stepped outside and Marion came closer, she could see
the rainy glint in her eye.
Kate looked back, even more anxious and still fingering the bendy
kettle. "Marion, I am your father," she replied.
They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two great,
glorious gerbils gyrating at a very lovable carol service, which had
R & B music playing in the background and two ruthless uncles
dancing to the beat.
Kate regarded Marion's ample spots and vast toenails. She held
out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently.
THE END