I like peanuts in their shells. I don't own an umbrella. My hair is an independent creature, almost always chaotic. I have four boxes of different types of cereal living in the cabinet at the same time; I run out of them at different rates. I like semicolons. Sometimes, I run. Sometimes, I read to run away. Sometimes, I write.
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To Catch It with Bare Hands
Belinda Wray believes that she is the next victim of a psychopath serial killer. The detective of the story...
Routine
Can problems be solved by running? Can we run away from our own mind?
Definition.
At one time in life, some random event happens and we start to feel different. This uncomfortable state might...