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People Named "Jack"When I awoke, I thought I was in a hospital. There were thin bright fluorescents overhead, everything was white and the building had a soapy smell. Kid in a labcoat wearing thick glasses walked over to my side, staring at me. We locked eyes for a moment as I regained consciousness. He seemed a bit uncomfortable by that. One of us was going to speak first. And damnit, it wasn't going to be me.People Named "Jack"
"At least you're alive." He finally said.
At least your alive. It sunk in for a little while, I blinked a few times. At least you're alive.
"At least I have all the right chromosomes in
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Something about LIFE.The last time I had spoken to my brother, he told me Bigfoot was out to get him.Something about LIFE.
He had been parked on a grown-in logging trail, picking moss off the rifts of granite that jut out from the forest floor and loading it into a bag when he heard something knock into the truck. He turned to see a large and furry blur make off with one of the bags he'd already loaded into the back. All he ever saw was a blur and bits of the netting from the bag wafting through the air.
He didn't think too hard about it at first. Just decided to cut his losses. Load up
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Purple knucklesPurple knuckles. A life with purple knuckles.Purple knuckles
Want to hear a funny story? My left hand is broken, and it has been for the past three days before Blondie's visit. Wasn’t from fighting—I’m not that kind of guy. The hand got caught between my maul handle and an antique iron wedge embedded in a cedar log. I was splitting the thing into fenceposts and made a stupid mistake, left the that wedge inside after I inserted another one into the crack in front of it.
The grain of cedar grows twisted sometimes. That’s not a bad thing, if you want corkscrew fence posts. I learned to get a straight crack you need
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ForwardThe last time I had spoken to my brother, he told me Bigfoots were out to get him. He had been parked on a grown-in logging trail, picking moss off the rifts of granite that jut out from the forest floor and loading it into a bag when he heard something knock into the truck. He turned to see a large and furry blur make off with one of the bags he'd already loaded into the back. All he ever saw was a blur and bits of the netting from the bag wafting through the air.Forward
He didn't think too hard about it at first. Just decided to cut his losses. Load up quickly and get the hell out of there before anything came back. Each full bag was
by ~UpstandingDenizen
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