The Theater Bats panic like other people decide on dinner.
Now all I can think about is the smell of sewer water, imaginary readers. There’s this park in Cleveland where my little brothers play softball (in the summer, obviously) and the stench when it rains is just…
It’s so bad, imaginary readers. It is so bad.
I’m sure I was going to say something else, but that’s a Hell of a distraction.
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