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Disclaimer: I wouldn’t want to own Creed…or know Creed (the character).

 

Why am I late?

It was split pea soup night down at the kitchen, last week. I ended up sitting next to a blonde, greatest rack of lamb on that one.  She only lived a few streets down.  A prime location.

There was a line at the free clinic this morning. Test results took forever.

Chapter End Notes:
I wrote this a LONG LONG time ago. Just found it. I decided it was good enough to post.


rdhp12 is the author of 3 other stories.



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