The butter was a rapidly melting mass on the filthy tabletop. It was a poor market offering that had been squandered here. Footprints of the person responsible could be well seen in the spilled flour, also now a poisoned mess accompanied by rat droppings. The detective hurried to open a window in order to send some of the putrid odors away. The woman’s body lay oddly draped over the stove. “What do you surmise, Sherlock”, the detective queried.
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wonderful story Cheryl! 😘😘
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This and you are awesome.
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That’s probably the best comment I have received in seven years of blogging☺️💕
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I am glad! I love your blog!
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Thanks!
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