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Prompt: Messenger - The Literary Phoenix
She stood in the doorway for a while and watched him, the sniveling idiot. He sat on one of Papa’s least favorite chairs; Papa said you could tell a man by the seat he chose. This chair was particularly uncomfortable and positioned in such a place that either he was completely stupid, or the young man could not see her in the doorway. Anna rolled her eyes, lifted her skirts, and waltzed into the room with the grace that her Mama would have insisted on. Heaven knows where her Mama was; probably looking for her, since Martha failed to retrieve …