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Made a Home…

building a prison for himself, he just, doesn’t quite know it yet…not my comic… Made a home, in this, ragged place, it’s not much, but, at least, I’m, comfortable, living here, in this, rundown SHACK (not really!!!)… Made a home, … Continue reading

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