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The Closet Margot: A Narrative Fiction

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Margot walked out of the closet of darkness with the look of a bodyguard protecting Paris Hilton on her pale, white face. Tiptoeing towards one of the windows tears ran down her leg. She felt like seeds on hamburger buns- very very worthless and pointless.The torrential rain was again was screaming down, and you could tell Margot knew the sun had shined, and missed her one shot in 7 years in seeing the sun and getting a bit of a tan. Sarcastically, Margot asked William with the fakest cry, “ Did I miss it?”
Surprisingly with honesty, William responded sympathetically, “ Unfortunately, Yes. I’m sorry for locking you in the closet Margot. Honestly. Friends?” William put out his hand for Margot to shake. Margot shook his hand, and they became
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