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about an owl my body aches, I'm sore, my knees are raw from chafing, my trousers hanging heavy from last night's storm I'm far from home on a...

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In which Archibald discovers that size does matter and Josiah tries to explain the facts of life.

Hollywood. V-J Day - 1945. A nutjob derails a streetcar. A detective investigates. Stumbling across a shuttered speakeasy, Det. Jake Lacey, with a few questions of his own, encounters a familiar-looking bartender. Then the questioning becomes more than procedure. It becomes personal.

I was hiding quietly in my single life In a perpetual state of too-many-pints All jaded sarcasm and predictable cynicism None of it seemed right 60...

There's a new thief stalking the streets of Ankh-Morpork, and Commander Samuel Vimes of the City Watch will find that persuing this law-breaker will take him places he never expected. This is a piece of Discworld fanfiction. All characters, locations and concepts are the intellectual copyrighted material of Terry Pratchett and his associated publishers.

bags of bones in parchment skin he is bald, she wears a wig to cover chemo ravaging the wheelchair rattles market cobbles earth spills from hardy...

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