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These are the stories, the lives of a few weathered souls.
They watch, eat, sleep, cook, hurt, kill, cry, fight, love, feel right before your eyes.
I don't think you would have ever noticed them if not for my writing.
It's not your fault.
It's like noticing a needle in a haystack. There are just too many of them.
But if you care to pay attention, then read.
What I'm writing may read like a story, but it may also morph into something entirely different too.
So don't get too cosy.
You'll find everything here, but at the same time nothing.