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Heart racing. Hands shaking. Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Bacon frying. Bread baking. Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Saltwater. Chapstick. Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Green screen. Same number. Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmm....Hello?
Do you understand what I'm saying? Your father is dead. Click.
About the Creator
Annie B.
Gratitude is my religion. Thanks for being here.
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl5 days ago in Fiction
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