Blog: Writing Just for Giggles



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sundayswiththeilluminati:Sir Terry Pratchett awakens. A skeleton stands at his bedside, wearing a long black robe. He sits up. “Well, hang on, let me get my hat,” he tells it.The skeleton reaches into its robe. From abyssal depths it produces a heavy
tags: strangeharpy
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