The Skeletons
in the Closet

by Maurya Simon
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I always wondered what that faint rustling in my closet was. I thought it was mice scampering across the shoes, but no, it's my evening clothes, longing to go out for the night.

Cheryl Stephison replied on Mon, 04/05/2010 - 11:34am
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