This is my hand. I can move it. Blood pulses through its veins. The sun is still high in the sky, and I, Antonius Block…am playing chess with Death.
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- There are these moments...
- Status Update
- We' re gonna need a new word for this
- Technically contradictory
- Tastes like Ditka.
- Sleepy Matt is Verbose. Fancy. (moreso)
- Sigh No More
- Parting gifts
- Chapter 5: IN WHICH I do more harm than good
- Benefit from my mistakes.
- If I were that regular
- Moral: Be Friendly, Wear Conversation Starters.
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