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Animal Farm, Part I

I grinned from ear to ear, barely being able to contain myself when I suddenly heard the bleat of a goat. Like a punch to the gut I narrowed my eyes, and gazed up at Todd. […]

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Airports are the Worst

I blame Woodstock. The summer of love was thriving, and I just couldn’t help myself and joined in. Either that, or Uncle Dionysis ratted me out. I can’t really blame him, though. […]