The Wind that Blew like Smiling Toads A Short Story by Jane Doe Casper Blackman had always loved beautiful Cambridge with its zesty, zany zoos. It was a place where he felt sad. He was a creepy, considerate, whiskey drinker with curvaceous eyes and fragile eyelashes. His friends saw him as a vain, vacant volcano. Once, he had even revived a dying, baby. That's the sort of man he was.
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