August 2011
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Pull your novel out of that sock drawer: Stories... →
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Rose sat at a table in a restaurant on a planet so far from her own. She gazed at the couples on the dance floor, the aliens who moved with such grace and style and was mesmerized. The music filled the room and seemed to flow in her very veins, seep beneath her skin. She thought about her life,…
