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The pond looks shallow!
I have a bad feeling. Don’t——
Dive, splat—-my poor love.
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Bacon
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings. He launches into an atmosphere riddled with smoke, soot, and ash. He feels the radiation from a thousand fallen nukes. For humanity, it’s certain death. For him, it’s like bathing in a sauna. He laughs again at the thought.
By C. Rommial Butler3 days ago in Fiction
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Lol, they should have listened. Loved this!
Brilliant writing Melly G! 🎉💪🏾
What happened?