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Whew! He just made it out of another sticky one. Now, his nerves were all shaky and shit. Paranoid. Chain smoking his lungs to cancer. Fuck it! Mad bullshit was on his chest. Feculent! His next move was as opaque as a rock. He was dancing to no beat. Eyes wide open, he couldn’t sleep.Continue reading “The Play CHAPTER III”