One lonely night, somewhere in the middle of a grove of oak trees that were slowly losing their yellowed leaves amidst the advent of winter, a young woman dressed in a red flannel coat and light-pink scarf stood looking closely at a tree trunk.
The fallen leaves crunched and bristled under the woman’s black, fashion-conscious boots that were
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and u still like to write about crime. hahaha. i still dont know how thing will going on for this story. how many chapter do u plan to write for this story?
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But we'll see...
And where you mentioned SH going to a protest over unions keeping their collective bargaining rights, it totally screamed to me the sort-of-recent protests in a couple of states between the governor and unions over the same issue. Just a random thought.
I'm happy you are back to writing, your stories aren't the cookie cutter type. I can't predict stuff LOL! It's great, keeps up the mystery.
And you end up displaying inner emotional turmoil of your characters without having to use too many words. That is talent.
I hope Trent gets better, send him my regards! I wish him the best. I really miss both of your updates on your other story. But I'm staying patient and hopeful. Good luck writing!
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