Trouble at the Tea Leafing Café
The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
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Susan can l heard from you please
Powerful Susan!
ooh that is creepy and reminds me of a true story that Michael Moore shared when he rented a house and at night was out in the garden burying (fake) bodies, and when people were asked about him no one said anything about the midnight activities
Oh, wow, I was not expecting this, Susan