When I was in school, I hated homework. Hated. It. It got so bad that in high school, for a math class, I would pass…
Author: dadnoir
There’s a lot of nothing that usually happens on a Sunday at eight in the morning. Maybe head off to the house of worship of…
the hybrid wasn’t feeling well by the end of the night. he was curled up in a ball next to the camp fire tighter than…
finally eating. temperature is dropping, morale is dipping…. bed sounds good right now.
it’s a dreary day out. i feel it deep, deep in the pit of my stomach. or it’s the coffee. not sure. what i am…
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