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Innkeeper

  I cannot stand you. I found you sleeping in my memory, curled up on a couch. Each exhale whistled and turned to a hiss anytime you’d roll and shift. Your foot kept slipping; your toe skid across my frontal lobe; you’d heel kick my motivation into the occipital. Sometimes your fingers would stretch into my temporal and tickle my …

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Update

As most of you know, I am finishing up Caramel Cigarettes. I just passed the 90 page mark and am reaching page 100 quicker than I thought possible. With that being said, I will no longer be posting additions of the story. I apologize for leaving you all with such a big cliff hanger. I promise, you will not be …