Blank piece of paper.
It seemed like all those tensions stirred into the tinder of peaceful caught spark and what was left of multiple cities was something glinty, skeletal, guts burned off by the stratosphere of media.
Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
the woman in the Daisy Duke's told. She gulped down straight tea, no sugar, on ice, drained the Pepsi cup of the stuff, crushed it a...
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