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Note: I get email. I've been asked over ten times now what the favicon is for this site. Merry Christmas. It's this shrunken down. 

 


 

 

 I'm going to start posting a series of stories I'm rescuing from Reddit. I had enjoyed a brief time writing very short scifi stories for Reddit, but then it got very political. Fake downvoting happened that I could prove. I left. Why stay in a shithole?


I'm going to post those stories here. It will be very easy. I'll shotgun a bunch of them today.


Merry Christmas!!


Love you folks.

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