I told mama that he was always with me wherever I went, and she called me crazy. I grew up in this padded cell. He's still here. Eyes wide open, streaming crimson waterfalls, with lips smiling ear to ear.
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Short Stories (reconstructed)
Short StoryThis is a reconstructed anthology of the randomly generated stories I had in mind during 2015. (Read segment title for the list of unsettling content in each category)
