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Miss Wheeler

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Miss Wheeler wasn't one to tolerate the inessential. Or anything fun. The very word caused her to stick her tongue out in blatant disgust. Indeed; what little fun Miss Wheeler might have ever experienced in her lifetime she put behind her, as Miss Wheeler had more important things to attend to. There's always something more important to attend to, Miss Wheeler thought to herself. After all, being CEO of London's top fortune cookie corporation, she deemed it pointless to stop and smell the roses. As a matter of fact, Miss Wheeler, making her way through the crowded London train station, had paid little heed to the stand of beautiful-arranged, freshly-picked roses she had just passed. Waste of my time, she thought to herself, as she proceeded briskly through the masses on her way to catch the early morning train. She had a prior commitment--an appointment, to be exact, with the top fortune cookie company executives that was to take place on the other side of the city.  ...
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"To say that aspiring young writer Ned Walters was having a rather difficult time would be a... um... stupendous understatement, yes! A stupendous understatement indeed!" narrated Ned, as he made his way through the wet and winding cobblestone-lined streets. Despite his only passion for writing, Ned wasn't great with words. He knew that. "I mean really!" he exasperated, "how could Ned lose a job as easy as stuffing fortune cookies! Why can't he just learn to let the words be? That was his only chance at a job and he blew it!" The pouring rain and the fleeting headlights of an automobile pierced the dense black smog. Though his vision was clouded, Ned knew exactly where he was going. "And what a laughing stock he made of himself in front of Dorothy of all people, dropping that bucket and slipping on all the old fortune cookie papers! Those fortune cookies were no help there now, huh Ned?" He went into dark, hazardous places. As d...
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