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11/16/2002
The rules are simple. Write something coherent that perfectly fills the lined doodle space on the back of one of the store's bookmarks. While cashiering an author's event, one has copious amounts of free time.
There was a boy who lost his marbles. They all fell out of his pocket one day near the beach. They were ground apart by the rocks that the seashore was shifting as it worked to make a new beach. The marbles were made of glass, but they'd wanted to become sand again.
I should probably explain that I wasn't always a large wombat; years ago I was only a very small wombat, but I learned over many years, and my fair share of scrapes and scrabbles, that there simply isn't work for a small wombat in this day and age, only a large wombat.
Atlanté is an unusual name for a girl, but red is an unusual color for a crab, at least when both are alive. I don't blame Atlanté for screaming, because while you'll often see twelve dozen big crabs like this in a fish market, you'll rarely see them guarding a house. Atlanté ran. I would have too.
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