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Originally Posted by phenomshel
You wouldn't be interested in trying to make a story out of short notes I wrote about a dream I had, would you? It was gripping enough as a dream that when I woke up I made some quick notes - thought it would make a good spooky ghost mystery.
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I think I messed up my PM to you, so here's the beginning of the story, based on your notes
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Title: Refill.
by Jo Moriss
That night she imagined Scott's face as the dirt on the diner's floor. With each push of the raggedy mop, Shelley wiped a llittle more of that smug bastard from her memory.
If only life were that easy. If only love could be wiped away with one quick push, but that was wishful thinking. She didn't hate Scott, but it was getting damn close over the last few weeks.
Behind the counter, Lashawna made a tutting sound.
Shelley looked up.
"Girl," Lashawna said, "you look fit to bust through to the basement with that damn mop. What's on your mind?"
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