Nightmare Day One
Drips in the night. Then silence. Thudding explosions.
A throng of walking bodies in body bags.
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Sanctuary of a chronic whiner. The cirrus cloud author pretends to be a cumolonimbus and rules a dominion of satyrs. In other words, a mythomaniac.
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