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Fiction
My Grandmother
It was she who first let me bejewel myself with a pearly carcanet and lacquered beads. It was she who would let me press my childish...
An Extrovert's Musings
I was the kind of kid who loved playing in the mud. Getting dirty and getting hurt, they were all a game to me. So imagine my excitement...
Existence
(or the writings and memoires of Egil the Shape-shifter) …………..anabrUPTSTART/!)%+4_/]/9:=94+24?[+-[‘1;5> ‘I know I exist. I can feel...
Santa is dead. Santa remains dead. And we have killed him. - Part I
This story is purely fictional. With the exception of references to public figures, brands, well-known phenomena and existing places, as...
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