Now You See Me - Now You Don't (randomicon) wrote in the1st100words,
Now You See Me - Now You Don't
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Forgive me for not cutting this to either 100 or 1,000 words, but doing so would be utterly impossible. Try as I might, I could find no convienient spot to end my writing. And trust me: I tried. You'll understand once you read it.

Therefore, allow me to introduce to you the first 176 words of my short story:

An American, through and through.

Born in a hospital, spotless and clean, three nurses on duty, one doctor, pink fuzzy blanket to wrap her chubby little limbs to prevent cold to prevent sickness to prevent all that is bad, placed in her mother's arms and her father's gaze, with eyes closed tight against cold flourescent lighting that penetrated even the blanket, yet wasn't she cute adorable grand perfect hundreds of adjectives that mean nothing when all jumbled together, but she had finally come and that's what had mattered.

Two days later in a pink fuzzy carrier in her upper middle class suburban ranch style house, two bathrooms three bedrooms, one painted pink for the new addition, oh wouldn't she be perfect she'll have everything and more starting with a rattle and a bottle and a jack-in-the-box and a music box with a twirling ballerina and a teaset and a stuffed bear that she'll teeth on and rip apart but will be replaced at the first sign of a smudge of grime because she deserves it, no needs it.
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