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Subconscious

Reads 583
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Parts 17
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Reads 583
Votes 38
Parts 17
Time 12m

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A book of short stream-of-conscious stories that entertain the mind. Feel free to comment on your favorite part, questions, and if you think I should make a full story out of one of them, just vote or comment. Which ever gets the most requests will be the story/poem I make into an actual book. There's more coming soon. Enjoy!All Rights Reserved

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