Rehearsals | A 100 Word Story
#131 Eight of Light
“Oh sweet scented apple. Temptress off the vine—,” she stopped short. “Sid, this line doesn’t work. Apples don’t grow on vines. They grow on trees. Who wrote this crap, anyway?”
“I did,” Sid, the writ…
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