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Fake Muse by Marcel Neumann

FAKE MUSE The rain started the moment I stepped outside my front door. As I walked down the driveway, each droplet hit me like a lead weight. The wind began to move the rain in different directions, and at times I needed to stop to catch my balance due to a misstep in a pothole….

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