For those of you who are waiting on Georgia's story, I decided it was time to bring her back to life. I miss writing, it's time once again. This is a rough draft of Georgia's Story: πͺπͺπͺπͺ The tiny rustic brick bungalow that sat on the corner of Housel and Pecan Road stood deathly silent tonight. There were no lights to indicate the presence of anyone at home. The television that often blared well into the night, slept as peacefully as the neighborhood. But, for those who knew the tiny rustic bungalow, it was a rare event, perhaps one that may have even been disturbing, had they learned that just inside the doorway of that tiny bungalow, a young woman known only as Georgia Ryans lay crumpled on the naked wooden floor.
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