Charlie drew furiously, thinking it a great cardboard and fabric disguise, pressing it to his chest, as if to cherish his efforts. He ignored the fabric’s imprinted waterfall background, the action in front was key to his identity, a boogie-woogie dancer. “What’s buzzing cousins?” while adjusting his mask, yelled into the dancehall.
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Can You Tell A Story In…
The Bag Lady 
Interesting story – I like it very much.
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