Midnight Masquerade
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Last published Tue, May 24, 2016
"The dingy alleyway was filled to the brim with an unpleasant cocktail of garbage and desperation. A thick fog twirled and danced on the broken cobblestone, and a few lone drops of rain came down from the heavens. Among the stacks of long forgotten treasures stood a woman hardly dressed for the weather. She wore a small, tight dress and stiletto heels that clicked in annoyance as she paced the lone passage. It was just another night at the office.
A beat up '67 Chevy Impala pulled down the side street and straight to the woman. A mysterious man lowered the window and spoke in a low, melodic tone which would be the envy of most high school choir boys, "Get in." The scantily dressed woman did just that without question."
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