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Aug 2018
Under the shade of Spanish moss and deep inside the bayou, something crawled out and shook off the dirt and grime. It sat upon a rock and looked at the sun. It was long green and scaly, but no one knew quite what it was. It just yawned and lay flat. For hours it sat idly then a local politician passed by, the thing jumped quickly and gobbled him up. With a full belly it slithered back into the murky bayou, never to be seen again.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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