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Reach

I don’t usually question things. Usually. Because usually, I’m sitting at home. Alone. With my dishwasher screaming in one room and my washing machine thundering in the other. With the Continue Reading

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Objection

“Objection,” Council whispered. “I beg your pardon?” “Objection,” he said louder, his chair sliding out from under him as he stood up. “Objection, your honor.” “Well, what is your objection, Continue Reading

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Wall-y

The stories they tell are the best I’ve ever heard. They’re scary unnerving unhearable unbearable unheard of speechless. Their word are simply a jumble of sounds; of noises, of white noises Continue Reading

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