Can You Tell a Story in 56?

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Sitting on the bed, typing away on her new manuscript idea, Sue suddenly smelled something unpleasant…a nice word she thought to herself, maybe I’ll use it. Then Riffraff came running in covered with the something unpleasant, triangle shaped hard rubber toy in his teeth, and unceasing wags of his tail. She immediately grabbed the aerosol can!

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