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Jasmine and the Purple Panties

Jasmine looked the contents of the table over. It was unbelievable the junk people put in a garage-sale. Joke toilet- paper; one oversized golf-tee; more ashtrays than 10 smokers could use. Just junk! Even the clothes were junk. She had hoped to at least get a laugh out of the stuff. Coming out to the area where the “rich folks” lived had been a lark. Supposedly, people who were wealthier, would have a better class of garage-sale. Not from what she could see here though. A brown box caught her eye. What’s this? Naw! Even...

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Pat Gets Her Licks In

Curlers laid on the floor, mewing plaintively, feline eyes gazing at Pat begging (if that was possible for a cat) her not to leave him. For a moment Pat stared down at him, before–with an exasperated sigh–she bent down and picked him up. “You know you’re not supposed to come with me to the salon,” Pat scolded her pet, but the only reply she received was more mournful meowing. “Well, alright, the salon is closed today anyway, so I guess you can come with…but just this once, buster,” she admonished, wagging a finger for emphasis....

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Don’t Panic

The small island of Trikinos, just off the coast of Greece, has been inhabited for many thousands of years, but humans have left very little mark on it. The soil is too rocky and sterile to support large-scale agriculture, and separation from the mainland has encouraged the use of the local gray stone for building, so that from a distance the island’s single village, Skirna, blends seamlessly into the harsh, unchanging landscape. The people of Skirna have always made their living from the sea; the men leave early every morning in shallow, wooden boats, and...

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