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Bastion

2/23/20 My back is sore from running, my body tingles with the last bits of my weekend, and Marie just turned on the space heater. “Can you do me a favor,” I ask her. “Hmm?” she asks, poking up. “Can you please get me a tums,” I ask, feeling the deep, acrid shudder that tellsContinue reading “Bastion”