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Called Upon

Bribed curiously, with a lotus shaped loaf about the size of a clerics rough sack. I'm afraid. Oh no no no... I've seen no empty tables before, where now losers queue. There will be no more groceries, every comfort is lost. This door still works at night but there's only one way left. In the hallway, Ohio bed trip, Virginia, Boston Mary too... GoodLook'n, 12x12, Cakewalk, Midnight Rants, FGA,, Dialogue, New Art Examiner, Chicago Artist Coalition Newsletters there are so many more, I can't begin.
"And why's that?"
"You know, ghosts can't see mirrors. They're already invisible."

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