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Plaid Pantry.

Sinners, and greatness.

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’Zines!

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They fight.

And they do, too. Somewhat. —Just a quick announcement: the thing I was up to for a while there’s now posting: City of Roses No. 7, “Gin-soaked.” Appears M-W-F for the next two weeks. (Also, if you’re already up on what went before, you might find this interesting. Or utterly opaque. Just puttin’ it out there.)

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