Microfiction
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Three marriages; three divorces. Countless boyfriends and one-night stands but still no Mr. Right— not even a Mr. Close Enough. Six kids: two in prison three unaccounted for; one baby-bump and a big, fat drug habit. “Well done, my child. Well done!”
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“Noah, this boat of yours is dreck!” “It’s an ark, Na’amah. An ark.” “Ark, Schmark!” “Go check on the animals, will ya?” “They’re drenched. Nu?” “So, what can I do?” “How about plugging the leaks?” “Do I look like an ark-hole plugger to you?”
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I tried everything: friends of friends, online dating and meetup groups. No luck. Then one day I took a walk in the desert, and there it was. Slithering out from under a rock with the rest of the snakes— my future ex-husband.
Ergo, the Ogre 