This is the only place I shop.
Roof dog,bigger’n all the others.A tarantulaon fours,those legs,those paws.More powerful’nanythingI got.His barkgrows like a fastballand popsthe mittof my twice-lickedear.
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It was a strange mix of booze and pills they had taken. Messed up, sure. But still writing.
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