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Well, Brady’s officially on his way out to Colorado, for good this time, leaving behind only the song lyrics stenciled on his ceiling, a couple holes in the wall, and a well-thumbed, bookmarked copy of Cannibis Culture magazine, sensitively left on the breakfast room table for my dad to stumble across.

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I've been carrying around a pocket full of pebbles all week, smooth largish oddly-shaped ones I found by the barn while I was helping Dad put the roof on the new chicken coop. I've been keeping them in the pocket of my sweatshirt to fidget with, I love the feel of them in my fingers. One's elongated and bumpy, like the handle of a bicycle, one's ( Read more... )

So, I just started editing my NaNo ( Read more... )