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Rigs and the children of 1953
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Ongoing, First published Nov 25, 2015
(This is about THC concentrates if unaware) 
This isn't a very serious story,
Obviously.
But I wrote it once while high ASF off dabs, because someone said if I write something I could get another fatty dab.

That I did 
That I did 

I think it's funny
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