A moment of truth slips silently past. Your inner voice goes unheard, and that gut feeling gets suppressed with Tums. You hide in plain sight, but the predator sees you. And you perish from the earth.
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Hello, my name is Timothy French. I’m a blogger, writer, and author of Every Yard Is A Grave. A Post-Apocalyptic Novella. View all posts by timothyfrench15