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The small man sat in a kneaded eraser the shape of a bean chair, and watched his owner draw. The faint smell of turpentine lingered in the air, carrying on its back the scent of paper, pencils, and the rest of her art supplies that crowded surrounding shelves, and a large percentage of the table... Continue Reading →

Happy Anniversary, Undersquid!

Today I got this notification on WordPress: Now, you read "today", and you think I wrote this entry on August 13th, but I didn't. I wrote it over a month from now, which is the real today, and not the "today" I claim? Is that clear? Oh, it doesn't matter. What is of great importance... Continue Reading →

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