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Spit it out
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The ancient woman is there, slowly cutting up the carrots and mealy potatoes that Garrett had gleaned from the garden earlier. She doesn’t jump or startle when Garrett comes awake howling like a vivisected animal. She doesn’t even stop her slow and deliberate cutting as she clears her throat.
“You do that a lot.”
Garrett isn’t even fully aware of...
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"12 Kilos,
The Good One

There was no moment of feeling suddenly tired, no realization that sitting down and leaning back in the old lawn chair was probably a bad idea. One moment Garrett was closing his eyes for a moment to try and focus, clear the cobwebs, remove the old ghosts and the bad thoughts, the next he was laying in a soft down...
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"The lightning rod had already been struck twice before Garrett was born, “Some folk think it’s a sign from the gods, I think its something to do with the PH balance in the soil that close to the origin containers. The earth there has been absorbing leached metals from those old shipping containers for decades now, maybe that old cedar soaked up more...
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This is the sound of a fucking gun and this is the sound of your world collapsing.

pistache:
It’s cool!
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I can't stress this enough with everything that is coming at us as a community, as a people, as a nation, you need to grow teeth.
They're coming for you, your children, your ways of life, your liberties, your freedoms, your rights, they're in their sad hundreds all dressed up in their bland suits with their dwindling courts of mega-donors and they are trying to...
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The Figure

The air is pleasant and warm, not as hot and dry as the wastes, nor wet and cloying like the air of his village as a youth. This is dream weather, perfect beyond reproach. The sky is a brilliant shade of orange dusk that gives way to an old-world highway surrounded by a patchwork of prairie grasses and bushes that seems...
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