There was a time when
you loved me for all I was,
Though that was before.
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Kari McLeese
teacher, wife, mom, bibliophile
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Bacon
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings. He launches into an atmosphere riddled with smoke, soot, and ash. He feels the radiation from a thousand fallen nukes. For humanity, it’s certain death. For him, it’s like bathing in a sauna. He laughs again at the thought.
By C. Rommial Butlerabout 20 hours ago in Fiction
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