“My heavens!”yelled the immortal Miss Pennypacker. She picked up the microphone at the cottage by the lake. Being the main speaker at a library convention, most of the ladies at this particular speech were hard of hearing elderly. However, the resting teapot on each small table teetered, hearing this exclamation. Miss Pennypacker approached the curious snail on the mic with zeal. “Do you read?”
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Can You Tell A Story In…
The Bag Lady 
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You’ve made a great story with those words 😊
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