Guardian. I always thought that Jimmy Grape was just another friend of mine, another person in my painfully average life, until of courage I discovered the truth. Jimmy was an unlucky fellow from what I
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The Blastwave
The blastwave. The forest sang under the breaking dawn as morning dew ripped from the emerald blades of grass that swayed slightly in the wind. Daunting trees stared down at the forest below; the slanted
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