When It Rains, It At Least Drizzles

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“What if this were a story instead?   A novel, or one of your fifty-five-word stories?  Things could be different, people could change, or… be changed, or something.”

She bit her lip.  Paused, and then bit it again.  Then: “How would that be any different from now?”

EDIT: Now I just need seven more words, though I like it plenty as is, for what it is.

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