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Dorothy's Parody: A Short Story

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Sitting on that clayey hill Dorothy could gaze the tiny and colourful Purmamarca, a picturesque town with few adobe houses, a low-lying green meadow and a rainbow of endless hills. She touched the wet clay and took a deep breath. The refreshing chilly breeze filled her physically and emotionally. Then, he kissed her cheek.
They had met for a week and quickly fell for each other even though they struggled to communicate. Therefore, her broken heart was being mended, exactly what she meant with this travel. While the sun was setting she took one last glance at the breathtaking landscape, next she felt the hit. When she awoke her belongings were gone; mortified by what had happened, she could only cry. Desperately, she went to town and knocked

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