Green World Joanna Ruocco
All the Swamp Priests die. I eat the Swamp Priests. I tolerate their
glutens. Toothily, through mucid streams, I paddle. Slay reanimated
slimes. Worship bog idol. Dive and rise, dive and rise.
Midnight. It's my birthday. I am just squamous enough to be happy. >>>NEXT STORY >>>
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