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Submitted to Contest #64
I sat there in my grandmother's living room. The chair I sat in was big fluffy and warm. The smell of Thanksgiving dinner was strong in the air as it danced merrily and weaved itself through our conversation. Holding my white wine in my hand I tore myself from overlooking a hearty conversation near me to glancing around the room. My eyes landed on my fiancé and I smiled. He was talking and laughing with my brother, both seemingly intrigued by whatever ...
The Abner family lived across from a lake in a tall, thin, green skirted house. Just another dwelling place in the long line of ancient Victorian antiques. Their door was sky-reaching and gilded in gold, windows flaunted themselves all over the house in their own juvenile attempt to look the best. Parading in the rather pompous and absurd color yellow the house held its head up high as its spirals and rather intricate woodwork made it and its fellow neighbors stick out like a sore thumb in the middle of the modern metropolis. &nb...
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