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by Cynthia Madsen
The stapler loomed large, its giant, ominous shadow
waking her from tortured sleep. What was its meaning?
She struggled for clarity, fear gripping her as
the menacing image clouded her mind.
The stapler had been joining little printouts to the
front of a familiar form.
She jerked awake in shock!
Damn! It's April 16th!!!
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