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This is a fragment is part of an overall quest to practice writing fiction. The prompt was to write a flawed character, through the eyes of an omniscient narrator. Amateur Arithmetic The rain wouldn't stop for another three hours. At the bottom of the slope, the water pooled cold around her ankles. A drain pipe gurgled above her head, louder than her stomach grumbled. The outline of a…
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