Marisol's Apples Fascist Cosplay

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Her marriage was spiritually dead. She had nothing left for the fascist cosplay. Crossing Ashby was called suicide. She found life on the other side.Continue Reading

Vexton

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Sacrilege was served hot. Soup—thick with hominy, dried chilis, and joy—bubbled beside the manifesto. Someone brought ketchup. Someone said “meh.” And suddenly, the poopie face hour was in session.Continue Reading