The Things We Do for Strangers


3 Line Tales Week 71

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I knew I was a joke to her, but she was a girl who needed a good laugh; someone who’d been wound so tight by the expectations and constraints of the upper east side that she could barley breath.

As I twisted the latex wiener dog into perfect shape, I motioned her closer, happy to see she’d indulge the inner child who could still love a balloon.

That’s when I farted.

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I'm an Ohio girl with an Indiana education, who globe trotted for a bit, but has finally settled down in her original state doing the working mom thing and occasionally finding time to write.
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