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Complete the Story…


 this Christmas, I received a story starter book. I have decided to write down, the completed story starters, in an effort to foster a new ideas. Please read and enjoy,
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At first, we thought the black liquid was oil that we’d struck it rich and that we’d be able to retire and live in leisure. We actually started writing down all the ways we’d spend our money. Our first choice was to purchase a home. A ranch style house with a few archers had ben Mama’s dream. We all began to picture our photo secession with Better Homes & Gardens.
             One day the farm hands went to the site. It was found not to be oil, but some type of rare mineral. People from dhow chemical came and took a sample. They struck a deal with us. Since, the house wasn’t an option anymore, we bought a red Ford Pick-Truck. Mama even bought a new sewing mechine.

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