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The Day Maude Died – authoranonblog
The day Maude died she expected it. The white daisies rambling across the mustard colored wallpaper had already begun mourning. Large drops of water appeared over them and rolled to the floor. “Good.” She mumbled. “This living business is for the birds.” Maude glowered from her 5th story window. At 11:59 she felt the air …