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patrol 3: room
“Did we win?” I ask while the blinders keep my eyes focused on a computer-generated image of Cait Sith dirty dancing with Aerith, the standard treatment for “battle fatigue.”
Impossible
We were huddled there together, not really sure what to do.
esc.
There’s never more than one bird in a painting on the wall of a mental health center.
Memories from Hell
It was dark.
patrol 2: 52 Card Pickup
On the Xth day of the siege—where X is a day that both me and at least one other person would remember the same way—shiny brass yelled at bloody brass so much that the walls shook.
A Fistful of Tickets
Waggawolla Land! Jack Econski hated Waggawolla Land! He despised everything about the theme park, from its smarmy, saccharine image to its mascot Waggawolla Wallaby.
The End is Nigh
December was the month the world was supposed to end.
patrol 1: reading Farmer Boy made me never want to read anything fictional again and this is the result
There’s a bunch of talk that overloads my care nerves. I’ve got APD. I listen for machine gun fire or my own name.
Troubling Murmurs
Jasmine married the Heart two years ago.
The Getaway
My stepdad always had the advantage when things got violent.