Debbie Roth

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“Gotta be an easier way to boop death than this. Jeremy?” He seemed to be elsewhere. He was looking up at the sky. Here in the country, miles from any town, the stars were out in full force. The stars and the old beat-up moon. The air was crisp and smelled lightly of distant smoke from a fireplace. He breathed in and smiled.
The Lost Story
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