Somewhere on Earth, it's Always 4AM
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An anthology of stories born from bouts of lunacy.
No particular order to read them in.
Updates irregularly.
I will probably be rearranging the order of the "chapters" quite a bit.
Be kind to one another.
The first letters of these sentences hold no significance.
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