Brittany Rose

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A flash of pure purple light through the blinds that had me flinching it was so damn bright. And it was a split second after that, that I felt it—the rumble. The frame of the single-wide shook. My cup rattled. The walls trembled. What in the hell was that? WHAT THE HELL WAS HAPPENING? The interview on the TV suddenly popped up in my head. Was it… an angel? No, no. It wasn’t. Was there a meteor shower tonight? Was a plane falling apart? Oh shit. Oh shit, shit, shit.
When Gracie Met The Grump
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