She Found Out
She Found Out
She ran, her guitar kicking at the back of her legs. "A hit" she thought excitedly. "I know it's a hit." Luanne opened the wood screen door and ran inside. The door pounded shut with a series of bangs, each one softer than the last.
"Dave?" She tripped over Mr. Whiskers, her cat, and fell forward onto the floor; the guitar serenading her with an unmelodic accompaniment. "For God's sake Mr. Whiskers! …
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