Quarter past one and I'm heading into the fourth draft with 125 left to chop off my word count.
I wish *I* was all fucked up on weaponized hallucinogens right now.
the ant finds kingdoms in a yard of ground
Quarter past one and I'm heading into the fourth draft with 125 left to chop off my word count.
I wish *I* was all fucked up on weaponized hallucinogens right now.
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