We were trapped now. The stash of toilet paper I had on hand would get us through for a bit. Eventually, we’d need to venture out, walk amongst others as if in a maze to avoid them. What has this great land become? The social media chatter says everything is a wreck. The last thing heard, “It’s a democratic hoax!” Oh, crawl back from under the rock from which you came! I wish I were armed, and he right in front of me. But instead, I proceeded to saw off my arm, which held my phone: crazy times, crazy measures.
Excellent take on the prompts, Susi!
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Thanks, Eugenia! 😊
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You’re welcome! 💛 💚
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So true – hope this ends soon
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As do I.
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🌸🌸
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Susi, your writings are always informative, inspiring, uplifting- exceptionally penned… they give us hope. Thank you!
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Thank you so much, Lance! You’re so kind!
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My very sincere pleasure, Susi. And, thanks so much!
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Poor arm!! 😉
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😉
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Good one. Masterfully dealt with the prompt
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Thanks, Sadje! ❤
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A pleasure Susi
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Enjoyed reading it.
Social Media seems annoying. Better to saw off from the apps. 🙂
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🙂 Glad you liked it, Kritika!
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