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The last flare flew up from the lifeboat like a fireworks at the Fourth Of July picnic Annie had just seen off the starboard bow. The cruise ship had stopped near the coast so the passengers could enjoy the capitol's celebration, but they got too close.

My husband was a troll. No, I'm not talking about one of those creatures who lurk on the internet, spamming chat rooms and sending snarky comments. He was a real, under-bridge lurking, child scaring troll.

I tried to shepherd the dogs into the house, out of the downpour. But once they saw the squirrel running across the yard, it was pandamonium...or should I say pugamonium.

His awakening was slow. The first rustle of the spring breeze tickled Jake's nose.

It wasn't such a radical idea, at least I didn't think so. I never expected the outcry when I merely suggested that house pests be treated with respect.

Compassion is a wonderful trait in a person, Maura thought as she stood beside the middle aged woman who wailed as she grabbed her dead mother's hand. Too bad I don't have any right now.

Stacks of papers and books littered the desk of Professor Ludwig's study. His body lay partially across formerly neat piles of student essays.

"The setting for this table just isn't right, Marlene". The harsh blonde curls on top of her head trembled as Donna shook her head

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“He warned me. I should have listened, I didn't, and it cost me dearly. In fact, it nearly cost me everything. The only reason I'm here today is that I listened to my instincts and ducked when the…”

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