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Departure-Wee Challenge#33
“Maybe tomorrow’s the day.”
Dave didn’t look up from the paper.
Gracie peered down. Ten days past her due date, the tops of her feet looked like freshly baked loaves of bread. “Did you ask Mr. Gray to check in on Buster?”
“Yep.”
“Get the mail?”
“Yep.”
A minor temblor disturbed the surface of her massive belly. “Maybe today.”
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Oh, Nora - I love that word. Done.
Yes some people told me they felt the quake here around 4:30AM. I slept through it. |
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Comment by: Nora - 2008-04-28 19:40
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| Oh, man. I was living that just a shade over a year ago. What bullshit! And you had twins, too. You're a hero, Vickie. Oh, hey? How's about using the word "temblor" for the quake? They used that a lot when reporting on the southern Illinois earthquake you might have felt yourself in Tennessee, and I thought it was a catchy little word. |
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Comment by: karjon - 2008-04-25 13:48
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Oh, this ttook me back, Vickie - my first was seventeen days late.
Very nicely done - thanks for the read.
Cheers
Karen |
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Comment by: Arley - 2008-04-23 06:03
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| Got two words for the MC, Vickie: Castor Oil. Works every time, heh heh. |
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| Hi Janyce - I remember watching my stomach twitching with the twins. I looked like animals fighting under a blanket! |
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