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Marooned

All she ever did was place her handbag on the floor. There came an obligatory mazel tov and a red velvet cake smothered in vanilla frosting. Then came something else velvety red, though it wasn’t the cake. It was gushing and spilling and staining all over the mattress, but she didn’t seem to mind.

Before she knew it, she forgot all about the cake.

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