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"Hurry up you lazy swine! These things won't wash themselves!"I ignore the insults of the head laundress and keep my head down, raking the fabric down my washing board then swishing it around in the water.'You're lucky to work in the palace.' I remind myself silently, stretching out my fingers for a fraction of a second before returning to my work. I am lucky to work in the palace, I got out, I am the one that got out.I lived in a slum before living here, there was barely enough food to go around on a good day with eight hungry mouths to fee...
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My fingers tense around the lipstick tube in my pocket as the bathroom door opens.Not the target.I loose a small breath and appear to be washing my hands and applying makeup.I hum under my breath as I do inspect my face, looking for any area I can fix.I know Jack is our guy in the van, and Ben has to intercept and direct the target but did I really have to get stuck in the bathroom?'Of course stupid you're the only girl, besides it's all for the cause. It's worth it.' The logical part of my brain argues.The woman who had entered the bathroom...
"But it was just here!" I shout frantically.I fish around in my pockets, desperately patting at them to find my ticket."Please, sir, I put my train ticket in my pocket, I'm sure of it but it's not there anymore and I have to make this train. It's the last one to Chicago and my my whole family is there and it's the first time I'll have seen my brother in five years. He's been in Afghanistan and he re-enlisted, he ships out January 3rd and then I won't see him for another two years at least! Please let me get on this train." I beg the man at t...
Even though I live in a fairly small town and have for years, there's always something new to discover. My second latest discovery, a hole in the wall bookshop has led me here, an antique clothing store.Silver bells jingle as I open the door, a blast of warm air hitting me and stinging my cheeks due to the sharp contrast of the air outside."Welcome to Oldies But Goodies." A woman calls from the front desk.She has a shock of grey hair combed neatly into a bun, a youthful gleam in her eyes despite clearly being a senior citizen, and it's clear...
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