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High Society: Dalton
Dalton was in a foul mood. His leisurely breakfast ritual had been ruined by his housekeeper stocking the incorrect cupboards. As he searched his stylishly minimalist kitchen for his breakfast he received an irritatingly informal email from his irritatingly informal PA. His mood cheered as he planned the severity with…
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High Society: Ingrid
The coffee pot was boiling over. Aubrey had knocked a tall vase of flowers from the kitchen table, drenching the floor in filmy ripe-smelling plant water and was tearing around the house in wide-eyed terrified glee. Music was blaring, spilling the jubilant if grating sounds of Florence and the Machine…
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High Society: Marion
Part one can be read here Marion- Part Two …The door slammed shut behind her. She stood still while her eyes adjusted, the dimness making it nearly impossible to understand the room. She coughed a little from the hazy smoke and could tell she was standing in a big…
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12 Years a Slave: A bit racist?
** Warning Elements of this post may offend some ** I have finally watched the award winning, critically acclaimed “12 Years A Slave” and one word alone lunges from the deepest recess of my lungs and plummets from my mouth. Overrated. It wasn’t a terrible film, not by any stretch…
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High Society – Melody
Melody sat in the chair at the beauty salon. It was a standard chair for a beauty salon except for the assorted Christmas decorations that hung from it year round: A turtle carrying a tiny elf atop its shell, a drunken Santa slipping on an icy roof. The chair and…
