Dribbles, Drabbles, and Short Stories.
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Last published Mon, Apr 7, 2014
A collage of unedited entries that I conjured for a certain extra credit project. Not only for the grade, but as of a reminder of my work. If I decide to continue one of these stories, than so be it, etc.
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