Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Gravity.

Exclaim!

Rose Quartz.

Craft.

See, when you assume—

I wonder how much of the blame for things as they are (for many and varied values of things) might not be laid at the nigh-ubiquitous feet of the first-person smartass.

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Tekumel.

Kayaks on the Klamath.

Zone of Habitation.

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