drabble
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The Seeker of Words spends her days trying to find the right word for the right situation. There are millions of words at her disposal, but sometimes the words hide and make her chase. Sometimes the words play hard to get and don’t come at the right time. Most days, the Seeker of words prays
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Their last communication before it happened was nothing she would classify as important. For weeks, their conversations had been shallow, timid, frightened. She wanted something deeper. “Please buy milk” wasn’t what she wanted. So she grabbed her keys, hopped in her car, and went to find herself anywhere but the grocery store.