She could remember her grandmother’s feet so clearly. She needn’t shut her eyes or employ some such other hooey “memory-inducing”… Read more Bunion Brigade
She could remember her grandmother’s feet so clearly. She needn’t shut her eyes or employ some such other hooey “memory-inducing”… Read more Bunion Brigade
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Matías had warned them of the plague that would descend upon the forest. Time and time again. He could feel… Read more All This So White People Could Have Their Banana Split
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Roaming the streets of some already characteristically quaint therefore prone-to-all-businesses-constantly-being-closed-regardless-of-it-being-a-holiday-or-not European town, Rilka had to wonder if she had made… Read more Assumption Day Makes An Ass of U and I
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