A SMUTTY KICKER
What S.M.U.T. Means to Me
A response to Laurel B. Miller’s prompt
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2 min readMar 8
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Before I was a Brownie or a Girl Guide I wore a Pepto Bismol mumu and called myself a Spark. Then this wise ole woman named Brown Owl — who liberally sprinkled her fist-sized cupcakes with Zoloft — sat me on a toadstool and officially declared me an Ember.*
