Main Squeeze Literary JournalThe sad little dictator is neither a handsome man nor an ugly one. He has a weak chin. He smokes imported cigars that he is assured are the best in the world, takes one out on the balcony of his room, looks out over the sparkling lights from town. Mine, he thinks, mine. Stubs the […]
I don’t think you knowthe science behindour feed. The politickingof going out with the rightlast names. Ultimatumsto attend weddings, ex’staxes claiming you ain’tshit—it’s all too complicated. All that, more, and youstill have to think of whatthey’re making the gang eat.Went back to audit a class inorganic chemistry, so I’veheard, but he was focusedon looking for […]
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