Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Rose Quartz.

Gray Lady.

Academic AI.

Gravity.

Tron.

Craft.

Altogether elsewhere, vast.

So! Um. Hey. You look good, you look good! All things considered. —Oh, you know, screaming a lot, goggling aghast, scrambling to cobble together the paychecks I need to make it from one to the next, that sort of thing. Anyway, I’ve been doing some stuff over at the city. Maybe take a look, next time you’re around?

  Textile help

That billboard.

Kat Sedia.

Gambling cycle.

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