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The red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) had been musing yet again while she waited for the kettle to boil; she’d been a little nervous last week went she when to the imposing bank since she needed to pay off all her debts and loans this time, lucky that she got some money in reserve, although she was pretty broke now.

She drank yet another brew as she muttered to herself while opening her laptop… there must be some inspiration in blogging world surely?

She scrolled down in WordPress – she felt it was always better on her laptop rather than her smartphone… hmm, too smart for me, as she grinned to herself; seems there’s too much fake news and stuff around the world anyway, much better to just make things up, no jeopardizing there for sure!

However, there was no inspiration at the moment she felt, as she decided to pack her big bag; it was always better to have too much than less, with pens, pencils, two notebooks and, her rather old but still good, laptop, plus several items which were most useful.

La Raconteuse left her small apartment, locking her front door, then almost running down those many steps to the bottom – it was six floors naturally.

Then less than fifteen minutes later, la Raconteuse had entered the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro, while she had walked across a couple of streets, a narrow alley and then the three steps down; and now she’d almost had a small ditty in her head already.

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