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Suzannah Alexander's Writings

Short Story
Goldilocks plucked at the tatters on hem of her dress. How many were gone? Red, Jack, and oh God, now Jesus, he should have been their ace. How could it even be possible to go on without him? Baby bear waddled up and put his head on her lap. She rubbed the fur around his muzzle and scratched behind his ears.         ...