This past weekend, I spent the weekend at Gram and Pap's on Punkin Ridge. Not much to report, really. My cousin the druggie, house burning, male prostitute is still missing and presumed buried in a cornfield. Gram is certain his grandfather got hold of him. Not much else was going on, other than the usual list of who died. It's always good to
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