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Thursday, June 7, 2012
The Chickens are Coming!
Samantha Houston suddenly found herself sitting upright, breathing heavily. Her eyes darted around the room as if looking for something, checking to make sure she was alone. It took a moment before her breathing started to relax. What an unusual dream she had. A cool breeze softly billowed the gauzy white curtains. Chickens! She laughed. She’d never had a dream like that before. Man-eating, seven-foot tall chickens. The thought of it made her clinch the blanket close to her chest. She settled back down and held the covers to her throat. Yes, what a weird dream indeed.
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I grew up in Plano, Texas. Entered the US Army when I was seventeen, right out of high school. I worked in a factory for six years building communication shelters for the military. Did a brief stint as a flight attendant for TWA. Worked for a bank a few years.
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