http://slow.writerscafe.org/CLCurrie The original writings of author CLCurrie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775962394 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Charon and Lucille meet Mr. Saturday of the swamps, but the wicked man has no idea who he has let into his house. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CLCurrie/3131568/ Ew, so, things aren't going well for Lucille and Charon, but things didn't get wet for them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CLCurrie/3130775/ Does Oliver have rainbow powers or doesn't she? These are the questions that keep no one up at night, not even Quill. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CLCurrie/3129103/ Oh, no, it looks like a time for a swim in the deep and dark swamp, that can' be good, right? 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