Jack Kuperman Quantrol

-So, this is the way Muse works!

-Yes. We write the story and you rewrite.

-But then, am I a writer?

-Yes, of course. You write the story.

-I REWRITE!

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I hear knocking on the door.

-Who’s there?

-Me.

-Funny, very funny. Who is it?

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-It’s unfair.
-Sorry, Puffy.
-Go and buy another one.
-Where can I find an open shop this hour?
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-Are you ready?

-Do you think that we are going in rounds?
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“They say that I never know to say thank you. It’s not right.

Until now I never saw any reason to say thank you.

But everything changed yesterday.

In the morning, as usual, I took my garbage bin outside, waiting for it been collected.

And as usual, while doing it, part of garbage spilled on the ground near my house.

And as usual, I asked the garbage man to clean it.

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-Mummy.
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-Mummy!
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Puffy took her slippers and went to look for her mother.
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-Mummy?
-Yes, darling?
-Why Jessica is crying?
-You see, Puffy, you sister was upset in the school.
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-Mummy, I am ready.
-Ready? For what?
-To hear what happened further in the story.
-A moment. I will bring the book.
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-Mummy, will friends reach Little Red Riding Hood today?
-I do not know. I have to read to find it out.
-Then begin to read.

>>> Some time later, our friends came to the farm. >>>
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-Mummy, you began to sleep in the middle of the story yesterday.
-Sorry, puffy. I had a very long day and was sooo tired.
-Then why did you tell me the story? You should go to sleep.
-I did not want to disappoint you, Puffy.
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