The humid breeze flitted the papers on his desk, rustling muddily and disturbing his sleep; it happened gently.
posted by Sam Bett at 8:14 AM
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
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But he had left his Bad Company tape on his manuscript, so why were the pages fluttering about? Someone must have stolen it!
"Douglass!" He stamped into the playroom.
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