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Finding Home

Finding Home

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you are on your way home from the store one day until you realize you weren't paying attention and . . . crash you wake up on some kind of pedestal as a being of pure light speaks to you HELLO READERS i want to welcome you to a story thats outside of what i normally right, i also want to give thanks to the author of fox tails and fairy tales, for inspiring me to wright a book with magic, mystery, happy times and bad times, death and creation! welcome to the world of exan-dran so one last time thank you @NathanielWilhelm for writing foxtails and fairy tales (cant stress how much joy that book brought me) And to you readers i hope you enjoy!
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A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence. Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell. And by everything, I mean it. Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the pretty ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years. Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes. I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough. ... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible. From this abyss, I may never climb back out.

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