Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #576 Words: feign, dried, ridge, ring, wince, manic, waltz, ready, elegy, rant, wafer, widow She was manic, made you wince the way she would go to singles events, and feign being a widow. Sinful how she'd remove her ring, ready to take on unsuspecting men. She was cut and dried despicable. One night on a rant regarding the strength it took to be a widow, she heard her name from across the room. Mid-waltz, she turned her head. Her blushing face furrowed in distinct ridges. There was her very-much-alive husband dancing with a wafer-thin redhead. He waved, his face taking on a faux elegiac look, as he continued dancing. She fumed. The redhead was far younger than she. https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
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