Letters from a Cactus concerning Life, Love, and the object of speculation, Girl. Dear Desk, Today was big. I figured out the purpose of life. SUNGLASSES. I should explain. Now, you’re probably wondering how I’m writing this… I have no answer. I am merely a...
Glynnis pulled her jacket on and slipped a hand into the pocket to retrieve her LEE. Fitting the device over her ear she said, “LEE, play morning commute.” LEE answered with the soft series of clicks that precede each Reverie. As she crossed the threshold of her...
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