…I remembered the flowers I put in a vase on my desk, the petals as they browned and fell to my keyboard, the smell of the water as I poured it down the drain, the ring that remained on the sides of the glass.
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Putting this story (and myself) to bed. The submitting fun begins tomorrow.
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