Simply Flawless
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Last published Sun, Jan 29, 2017
What did he mean..
We don't understand.
"You're all simply flawless." He said.
But we're not. We never were, and never will be.
"Please, tell us what you meant all those years ago." I begged, clutching onto the phone.
Static. Then a reply.
"It's simple." Afterwards, a small click and a dial tone was all that was heard.
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