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August 24, 2021 / barton smock

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We had the child to get the child's attention. We vanished, then, or grew slower than eyesight. When it snows, it snows almost long enough to kill the unfinished ghost of a rare giant. Still, there is a place in hell for every jump scare. Darkness ate me first, says the rock.

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