"Her and that whittled down husband of hers. And that son! He's just a dirty trick her womb played on her!" -T-Cake.
He was a vanishing looking kind of a man, as if there used to be parts of him that stuck out individually, but now he hadn't a thing about him that wasn't dwindled and blurred. Just like, he had been sand papered down to a long, oval mass."
— Jan 02, 2026 09:54PM
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