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 <H1>Serendipity</H1>

   c.  2010 - 2015

   The Prologue.

   Or; An Authors Note, Attempting to Justify This Usage of Pixels.

   In my writing endeavors, I do tend to colloquialisms and argot in
dialogue.  "Doan," for example, is not a mis-spelling of "don't." It is an
attempt to spell phonetically, so read the example as rhyming with Joan,
but meaning, "don't."

   I tend to fantasize, a lot.  Sometimes I can get parts of those
fantasies written down, before they fade, like morning mist in the sun.

   My tales are a result of those fragmented notes of my fantasies.

   In real life, I try to be fairly socially acceptable.  But in my mind?
Mm, not so much.

   I hope you enjoy my ramblings, and I hope you'll provide feedback.

   If you don't like this tale, then I both want and NEED your feedback to
tell me WHY you don't like it.  Not just a bad score, in the ratings.  That
will not help me improve, in the least.

   The first few paragraphs of this tale are from real life (tm).

   (Note: THIS version is different from the SOL version, because there, I
had to meet their guidelines.)
A kid ran out from between parked cars, I almost dropped my bike, I took
him (to his) home.  But, right there, -RIGHT THERE- is where Real Life (tm)

and fantasy diverged...  Here is the divergence.  Enjoy!

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