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…
Category: hybrid
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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