Tornadoes and hail and storms a-coming. I can feel it in my bones.

Maybe it’s the lack of sleep. Maybe it’s the heaviness in the air. Maybe it’s the continuing shots to the button from the universe at large.

Advil, save me from my tribulations.

Target: 700 words
Written: 128 words, novella: The Mungk

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