Little Angie, precious maid
fiction
edward w pritchard
Little Angie, precious maid has been gone three days. My life has ended meanwhile, routine obliterated searching inch by inch throughout unfamiliar roads five by five square miles surrounding our property. Desperation has subsided for me having consulted with the highway patrol, local deputies and visited the feed mill, pizza shop and only bank branch seeking assistance to locate my seven year old daughter. Little Angie, precious maid where are you? Desperate I search.
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