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Fuck writing. Fuck the world. Fuck this, and this, and this, and everything else.
I’m posting today, but it isn’t fiction. Don’t ‘like’ this post, okay? I’m putting my cat to sleep this afternoon. He’s been my best friend of 10 years. My wife bought him for me before she was my wife. If … Continue reading
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