"Where do you get your inspiration?"
Faye Kincaid sat in the uncomfortable chair, feeling the hard cushion pushing at her legs from beneath her thighs, poking through her gauzy white skirt that reached her ankles as if the cushion was actually made to be unpleasant to sit on. Or perhaps her...
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