I hope this story doesn't seem too implausible. A Woman notices a flaw in her beautiful home that turns out to be a fatal flaw.

The first thing I see are the two bright round headlights shining through the fog of dusk, then the whole blue tram comes into view, snaking around curves in the track, screeching its brakes to a halt. A door is perfectly aligned to me.

Not sure

Maybe it was luck that made me President of my class or maybe it was fate. Whatever it was that got me to where I am today, here I stand before you president of my class and a leader at my school.

If I had wings I'd be up and down the country faster than Easyjet.

It all started with the wearing of my blue velvet rather than my green muslin.

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The air in his alphabet room was cool, felt even more so because she knew the day would pant into afternoon and sweat into evening, dampening the night so she dreamt of rain or leaky taps and

Holding my own Or holding it in I'm not sure which is worse