Micro-fiction
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When loud words form on angry lips, a child’s face prunes-up in temper tantrum mode, or the 10:00 news reports (repeats!) humankind’s brutal and apathetic disregard— I mute the world. You see, Hearing aids allow one to create or modify reality.
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The lawn was weedy and overgrown. It had been that way for months, maybe longer. Who gives a fuck about the grass? It had happened again. She walked right into another friendship/relationship trap. Eyes wide open and common sense on hiatus. Fraught with peril as it was, with no chance of going anywhere. Am I stupid? Yep! Again, and
Ergo, the Ogre 