Jane Doe was eating clover back by the fire pit several evenings in a row. Even odder, she was by herself when she came to nibble on the blooming white flowers. I don't know if her fawn was hidden back in the brush by the property line. I hope they are somewhere safe.
My AI Post Got A Response…
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From A Beginning Writer… Oh, this person was angry. I did not equate AI
with computers helping writers, or ignored how it could really help some
writers. A...
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