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 man shut the taxi cab passenger door with his cup of coffee.
"Of course they do
"We're wearing each other's body parts
Skins
The quarter landed in the man's hand.
The barrel fire still smelled horribly electronic. "Are they self-reporting?" Boots brushed against a noggin squirmed up sleepi...
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