I was diggin in the garden and I found all these white sticks. I showed ‘em to Sam and he got real mad. He made me put them back in the ground and promise I wouldn’t dig there anymore. I don’t know why he got so mad, cause sometimes at night, I see him diggin’ there too.
A place to store the things I write. The posts are listed from oldest to newest in the archive list, that is really the best way to read them. For now everything here is fiction.
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