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LUCKY CHARM

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As he stood there yet again, looking over at the window, with his binoculars in one hand and a key-ring, his lucky charm in the other. He knew something was wrong today, He could see some women's clothes strewn across haphazardly in the apartment. He had known for a while that he was  cheated upon by Shiva, his ex-bf, but seeing him in bed with a woman was a shocking revelation. How could he do that to him? maybe only revenge would satisfy him now, would his lucky charm work its magic yet again, he wondered, checking the safety band of his revolver.
           

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  1. Arnab MajumdarJuly 7, 2017 at 1:59 AM

    Nice compact story here.. I know there was that 100 word limit, but it'd be fun to see how you expand this :)

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  2. UnknownJuly 12, 2017 at 10:11 PM

    A story worth 1000 words squeezed in to 100.Great job Priyanka

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  3. UnknownFebruary 21, 2019 at 12:09 AM

    This feels inspired. Thank you for writing this!

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