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About This Author
 I am a 40 year old married mother of two teenage boys. I live for writing, especially romance. Love the happily ever after scenerio. The best thing about writing for me is the ability to lose yourself in your work, and feel as if you've accomplished something great. At the end of the day, that's all that really matters.
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Poisoned Purple Pen #905907 added March 3, 2017 at 7:13am
Restrictions: None Sparklers
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The garage is empty and dark. We go into the garage and light them off, still thinking it's a cool thing. You can't just pick them up and toss them in the trash right away, so the evidence laid on the CEMENT floor while we headed up to the park to play. My Grandfather, who lived next door, came over to get something from the garage, saw all the sparklers lying on the ground and ratted us out to my mom. 
Say What? We were nowhere near the walls. Our skinny asses were doing circles in the middle of the garage. 
