Every day I will write the very beginning of a story, a paragraph or a whole page, without worrying about where it might lead. "Nulla dies sine linea," I hope!
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
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People flooded in to the estate sale, not in search of deals, but rather to finally get a chance to look in the house. It was a huge, old, brick mansion that had gone through many unfortunate hands after leaving the original owner's family and had fallen into shameful disrepair. It had been mutilated into seven apartments and had a smell of old cigarette smoke, mothballs, and wet cat. It was still, however, huge and old and surrounded by tales of former owners' misdeeds. Current owner, too, in whose hands the house had been for less than a year.
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