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Spin me a tale, she said

Spin me a tale, she said. But she didn’t expect such a large tale. Or a series of tales that got spun up and rolled into another. Her head was foggy from all the empty words taking up space in her brain.

She felt as if she needed an exorcism to rid herself of the tall tales clinging to her like a big ball of lint. The tales were not only running through her mind, but they also papered the walls. It was time to say “no” to the tales. It was time to say “yes” to freedom.

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