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Flash Friday Fiction: Somebody's Watching Me | Margaret Locke
“Somebody’s Watching Me” I didn’t mean to. It’s just that it’d been a really bad day. My brother told me if I licked the outside railing, it would taste like a snow cone because of all the snow we got last night, so I did, but the only thing I Continue reading Flash Friday Fiction: Somebody’s Watching Me→