YOU make up a story

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kBrown, clothing shoot, Salem, Oregon

I’m not a writer. For some reason I’m hearing the J.Peterman descriptions from Seinfeld. See, I’m not a writer.

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  1. So I have two stories. I’ll let you decide which is better.

    • She never expected this when she left Duluth, left the corn fields and the endless extended family and the nine month winters and the sheer oppressiveness that those first three items lent her life. But now, standing in an alley in Sacramento, she would take them all back, wrap them around her like a comforter. Anything but this. Turns out that when you’re trying to walk the streets, your grandmother’s hand-me-down tea dress just isn’t going to cut it. Why did she take her big dreams to Sacramento?

    • Talented photographer takes beautiful pictures of frivolous reporter and, like a flake, she doesn’t thank him properly and thereafter feels terrible. Also, she’s a flasher.

  2. As she stood wistfully thinking of a positive future, she knew tonight would be dark and stormy. It was Salem after all. She began preparation for the night by removing her cloak to reveal her super suit and identity as “Super Vixen!” But wait! Those shoes…

  3. The shopkeeper was relentless in the assertion that this Young lady was enjoying 5 finger discounts. But the shopkeeper was the one left to hold the Bag as the Beautiful Lass proved her innocence.

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