Dinnertime

Sam grasped the fence post as nausea doubled him over. The throb on this right side spread around to his back. He wondered just how long seventy years of debauchery would take to kill him. “Can’t be.” He tried to shake off his headache and clear his vision. “It is. But it can’t be. They’ve […]
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Published on January 24, 2024 04:53
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