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An Elf Named Hatter

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Aylin walks hand in hand with Mark as they do some Christmas shopping. They still had two weeks before Christmas.

“Who’s left on our Christmas list?” Mark looks at Aylin since she was handling the list.

“My mom, your parents, Bree, Brandy, Clair, Clay, Jamie, and Tony.” All the gifts they had to mail off were done.

Aylin mailed gifts to Bart’s daughters and Angel. She missed having Angel around. The last time she spoke with Angel, she and her family were doing well in Texas. Bart took real good care of them.

The Blank Page - Pen at the Ready

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Friday night found Amanda Evans perched on the edge of her bed, facing the large mirror on the opposite wall. Her dark blonde hair had been wrangled into a

passable braid; she had tried to teach herself simply by watching her mother do her own hair, but had not quite gotten the hang of it yet. Amanda had draped

herself in an overlarge college tee of her father’s, a makeshift nightgown. Her new, smaller frame was pronounced by the fact that the shirt hung down to her

knees. Mere days ago the shirt would have comfortably fit Peter. Not Peter, Amanda chastised herself, me. I am still Peter inside, aren’t I? However, she could

no longer be so sure of this. She could not lie to herself; she had made no attempts to undo the life-changing transformation and become Peter again. Referring

to Peter in the third person seemed completely natural.

The Blank Page

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BOOM.

The sleepy silence of the office building was shattered by the booming peals of thunder now issuing from outside the window. Then the rain came. Within minutes it had quickened from a light drizzle to hammering drops that added their din to the periodical thunderous crashes. A sudden intense burst of lightning illuminated the darkening interior of the cubicle of Peter Evans.

Father Just Doesn't Get It - Part 4 - Girls night in

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Father Just Doesn't Get It - Part IV
by Barbara Lynn Terry

Previously:

"Mom, is everything okay? You look like you were far away there for a while."
"I'm fine, honey. In fact, everything is fine. I was just thinking how beautiful you look, and what your father is actually missing out on. But we won't dwell on that. He made his bed, short sheets and all, so he has to sleep in it. You are so pretty though."

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