Oh I love fifty word stories! Thanks for running this. Here's mine :)
There. Again. The window ajar in a building with a/c. Maybe she just likes humid, cloying air. Perhaps it’s random chance that her craving for exhaust fumes coincides with my husband’s instant recall that we need milk. Or bread. Or something. Every time.
Not likely.
I load my gun.
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