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Janet IV: Sunday, Sunday…

— by D.H. — Pulling her car up slowly, Janet looked for the address of the house hidden deep in the trees at the end of the gravel road. “This has to be it.” she muttered as her car hit a small pot hole. Seeing that the address matched the one Mona had left for …

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Janet III: A New Friend

— by D.H. — Janet walked slowly down the sidewalk, looking into the windows of the stores as she walked past, her typical Saturday sort of thing to do. The wind blew her hair around a bit as she looked at her reflection in the latest window she stopped at, one of the best bakeries …

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Janet II: Slime, Mud And VideoTape

— by D.H. — Janet wiped the sweat from her brow as she put the last pail down on the plastic covered floor. Looking around Janet saw she had almost everything she wanted or needed for enjoying her Friday night was down in the basement. It had been a week since Janet had gotten messy, …

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Janet

— by D.H. — Janet sat alone in her kitchen with only one light on. Bangs of brown hair hung down over her forehead, escaping the pony tail she had. On the floor of the living room were a couple of broken picture frames and several balls of used kleenex. Still fuming over the night …

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