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Nicole Cheng·August 20, 2018

Butterfly In A Jar written by: Nicole Cheng @NicoleCheng13 Ever had that feeling of being watched? Ever...

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I was born and raised in Yorkshire, England. At fifteen I left school without the skills or maturity to appreciate the wider world. At nineteen I packed a bag and wandered through Europe and North Africa, learning from the road. At twenty‑five I earned the qualifications for university, eventually becoming a high school teacher and later an education manager. Now I live with my amazing wife on an island north of Seattle. After retiring and with encouragement from Spillwords and the Clever Park Writers Group, I traded reports for storytelling. And that's where the fiction began...

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