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Monday, September 12, 2016

Today's OneWord: Timing

"Hey, is that Sylvain?"

No. It couldn't be. The timing was too perfect. Way too perfect. I stood frozen with my beer growing warm in my clammy hand. Sylvain walked over to us in a short red dress and a heavy chain of pearls around her neck. She smiled a scarlet smile.

"Heya, tootsie roll pop," she crooned. "Miss me?"

"You, maybe," Chester grinned, "but not that nickname."

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