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Mortar Half of my cup of * Grr. * I fly often in dreams. It’s like climbing on the back of the air. Always, I’m the only one able to do it, and though it’s elating, it’s also lonely. Like having a face. * mortar mortar mortar mortar mortar * Enjoy,
Nick Thran is a contributing editor of Forget.
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