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Conscience

It appeared as a sizeable bump above my left eye, aching when touched, growing inflamed and red. Over the next few days it shrank to almost nothing. Soon it was an imperceptible welt that took the sullen shade of my skin. The genie’s curse held true. My conscience was lost.

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One comment for “Conscience”

  1. Great!

    Posted by Meg Sefton | June 20, 2007, 5:07 pm

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