Sunday, March 5, 2017


Today's paragraph of choice:

Satchel looked down at the papers, specifically, at the obsidian spiral, the little black curly noodle.  Maybe Hope wrote in the nude?  He'd ask Holland.  Until then, no, even after then, he was going to grab some rubber gloves from under the kitchen sink before touching Hope's output.  Who knew poking through a literary archive necessitated chops identical to policing a sex shop? 

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