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“Velveteen: The Real Girl Short Fiction Collection: A Short Fiction Collection, By: Velveteen” is the story of a young Woman who travels back in time to 1983 San Francisco, where she descends into the seedy underground circuit. She subsequently triumphs over her "Manager” (Lil Boochie), as well as the symbolic representation of Pure Evil embodied in the character Jackie_drew. In the end, Velveteen goes on to find Love and Redemption at an eponymously-named Chicken Sandwich Restaurant.
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“Velveteen, what do you mean, ‘twitchy things?’” asked Mamma Gattina.

SFX: Cue “Running up That Hill" by Kate Bush

Mamma Gattina was Velveteen's therapist. One of Velveteen's therapists.

Velveteen answered, “I don't know, it’s weird, I get like these twitchy things, where it's like, you know how when you’re just starting to fall asleep, you get like this twitch? It’s like that, only i literally get like these fits. And it's like I just literally have one after another. And it's like I actually really don't mind it, because it's like that's how I know at least I'm falling asleep. But then it was like I started getting them really bad, like I was literally thrashing around, because it's literally like apnea or something, and I'm like gasping and making these sounds -- “

Mamma Gattina: What kind of sounds?

Velveteen (rubbing her forehead): Like can't breathe sounds.

Mamma Gattina and Velveteen were sharing a bottle of Oyster River Winegrowers 2017 “Morphos” Cayuga & Seyval Blanc, "full of life and with a natural effervescence,” much like Velveteen herself.

The appetizer course arrived:

A mix & match half dozen oysters (Peter's Point, Moon Shoal, Glidden Point and Belon) with lemon, cocktail sauce & mignonette, and
Two fried fish head “small plates,” with fish sauce vin & scallions)

Mamma Gattina suggested that Velveteen should see a neurologist, because she didn't want Velveteen to stroke out.

Velveteen said, “I tried making an appointment with one after I was hit by that 2017 Ford Expedition SUV, and they wouldn't take my insurance."

Velveteen wondered if anybody else had uncontrollable muscle twitches as a result of PTSD.

That, however, was just more of Velveteen's “crazy nonsense,” as Velveteen’s mother (who was dead) constantly reminded her at such moments.

And if you had asked Saran about Velveteen's “twitchy things,” Saran would not have answered you, because Saran does not know you.

And if, truly, Saran were to comfort Velveteen, all she would need to do would be to slip her right foot out of her sandal and ever-so-gently brush her toes against Velveteen's.

As Velveteen, or Vel (as her friends called her), felt Saran’s toes lovingly caress the top of her foot, she experienced a rush of pure joy. All ten of her toes dug firmly into the floor of her favorite booth, Booth 36, at her favorite restaurant, Fine Dining Establishment. Like a bird freed from her cage, she impaled another wedge of lemon on her oyster fork, splattering more juice across the (by now) not-so-giant-anymore dollop of horseradish and the okra garnish.

And at that moment, all ten of Velveteen's LumiDecoNails toe nail stickers lit up. “Code red!” she cried, locking eyes with Saran. “We’re going on a mission!”

Next: Meet Jack!
mean, ‘twitchy things?’” asked Mamma Gattina.

SFX: Cue “Running up That Hill" by Kate Bush
https://open.spotify.com/track/29d0nY7TzCoi22XBqDQkiP?si=-kPnOakdSu2ldABDOmoFGw

Mamma Gattina was Velveteen's therapist. One of Velveteen's therapists.

Velveteen answered, “I don't know, it’s weird, I get like these twitchy things, where it's like, you know how when you’re just starting to fall asleep, you get like this twitch? It’s like that, only i literally get like these fits. And it's like I just literally have one after another. And it's like I actually really don't mind it, because it's like that's how I know at least I'm falling asleep. But then it was like I started getting them really bad, like I was literally thrashing around, because it's literally like apnea or something, and I'm like gasping and making these sounds -- “

Mamma Gattina: What kind of sounds?

Velveteen (rubbing her forehead): Like can't breathe sounds.

Mamma Gattina and Velveteen were sharing a bottle of Oyster River Winegrowers 2017 “Morphos” Cayuga & Seyval Blanc, "full of life and with a natural effervescence,” much like Velveteen herself.

The appetizer course arrived:

A mix & match half dozen oysters (Peter's Point, Moon Shoal, Glidden Point and Belon) with lemon, cocktail sauce & mignonette, and
Two fried fish head “small plates,” with fish sauce vin & scallions)

Mamma Gattina suggested that Velveteen should see a neurologist, because she didn't want Velveteen to stroke out.

Velveteen said, “I tried making an appointment with one after I was hit by that 2017 Ford Expedition SUV, and they wouldn't take my insurance."

Velveteen wondered if anybody else had uncontrollable muscle twitches as a result of PTSD.

That, however, was just more of Velveteen's “crazy nonsense.”

Velveteen’s dead mother constantly reminded Velveteen of this caveat at such moments.

Next- Part Two: Saran Comforts Vel!

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