I fiddled with my guns while listening to the songs of the workers. The sun made my head throb. I shouldn’t have broken the seal on that 20-year-old cognac last night. Dipping my bandana in the spring water, I could still hear music thumping, or was that my headache? No, it wasn’t either. I cupped my ear to listen better. Then I looked up and realized it was a mob of angry people from the fields charging with their children in tow. Blinking profusely, was this a dream? It was real! They were wide-eyed and mean and coming for me!
I Write Her 
Beautiful Susi 👍❤
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Glad you liked it, Usha! 🙂
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Interesting. I’ll check later to see if same.
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Not sure I follow?
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Comment I made was not present. Moderated out? Or, disappeared?
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Hmmm, nope. I’ll check if it went to Spam.
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Thanks.
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Nope, it didn’t.
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Cool. Most likely on me, then, Send button not taking. Not important enough for me to look into further. Thanks for looking. That was very gracious of you.
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No worries 🙂
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🙂
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You’ve build a very real scenario with the prompt words.
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Thanks, Sadje! 🙂
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A pleasure
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