Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
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"HE'S MESSYOHGINNY!"
Startled. "HE IS NOT!" Silenced. "And he's headed back into the war." A moaning cry. "And stop sne...
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My mom Sherry was the type of person who could (and consistently willed herself to) find gold in a shitpile. Even decades before "re...
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on a lot of matters is having identified a lot of issues and potential problems with everything American. The good news is that we are n...
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