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Emmy Haustrom died for me, but they carved him up to entertain the crowd.

Joe returned home one day with a massive haul of drugs to test and review for his website that had over a quarter of a million subscribers.

It’s 2030. A man does what he must, and disregards the rest.

At some point, the deer stopped dying.

At a gathering of New York socialites one stands at the end of the table and starts to speak

I had lost all faith in modernity long before I was disemboweled by an artillery shell.

I don’t know what this Thing is that lives in my stomach and that demands something from me and that Will Not Shut Up.

It was the witching hour, too late to be night yet too early to be morning.

I challenge everyone who crosses the bridge

Jurey could not appreciate the ice.