Note Sixty-Three
From: Cora Roberts To: Creepy Stalker
I think the storm has passed.
Sent: 9/19 10:15 p.m.
From: Creepy Stalker To: Cora Roberts
Think what you wanna think, just let the thoughts fall out.
Sent: 9/19 10:16 p.m.
From: Cora Roberts To: Creepy Stalker
That was the song Sam and I listened to in the car tonight.
Sent: 9/19 10:16 p.m.
From: Creepy Stalker To: Cora Roberts
Uh, so? Sara Bareilles is da bomb dot com.
Sent: 9/19 10:18 p.m.
From: Cora Roberts To: Creepy Stalker
Wait, is this Sam?
Sent: 9/19 10:18 p.m.
From: Creep Stalker To: Cora Roberts
Nope.
Sent: 9/19 10:18 p.m.
From: Cora Roberts To: Creepy Stalker
Okay then. Has the storm passed?
Sent: 9/19 10:19 p.m.
From: Creepy Stalker To: Cora Roberts
The storm hasn't even started.
Sent: 9/19 10:20 p.m.
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The Bathroom Stall
Short StoryA short story of an abandoned bathroom stall door giving desperate, heartbroken girls relationship advice, hot guys incorrectly trying to woo hearts, a stupid dare in action, and irrationality ruling the minds of every character.
