Living Fiction
Cheeky Memoirs of How a D.I.D. System Became a Manipulator’s Personal Puppet Show. Twice.
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No Gods or Kings (Epilogue)
The threat of litigation was supposed to unnerve me into silence, but to the contrary, I was looking forward to it.
Achilles. (November 16th to December 20th)
“Whatever. I told my parents about how they’re treating the infestation and they said it’s not going to work. And my parents are always right when they say stuff won’t work out.” I’m not joking, this was their actual logic. That their life didn’t live up to their parents’ expectations and neither would exterminators. Whatever…
Sub-Arctic (November of 2020)
AJ said one night, by way of greeting before I was even out of my hotel uniform. “All of these bugs? Just crawling on me? They just feel like tiny little rapists.” “LITTLE DRAMATIC,” I thought, filling my wine glass as much as it could possibly go. Somehow, Franzia was one of the healthier things…
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