50 Word Stories: The Girl for Me

Without seeing her photograph, I knew. Without even hearing her voice or knowing if she had one, I was certain. It didn’t matter what colour she was, short haired or long, she was the girl for me. She already licked me in my dreams. I liked all Jack Russell puppies.

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