Grey West Boggins A Short Story by John Doe Dan Clifford was thinking about Harriet Connor again. Harriet was a patient author with moist lips and wobbly abs. Dan walked over to the window and reflected on his sunny surroundings. He had always loved grey West Boggins with its troubled, tight trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel healthy.
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