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The gathering Micro story

The gathering

The gathering was just as I had imagined. My deceased husband, speechless, my mother-in-law, a river of tears pouring out her blue eyes, my son, head …
The stage Micro story

The stage

 Five thirty pm. Time for the make-up session. Time to leave her identity behind and become another person. The shy, plump middle-aged woman would dis…
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