“I think we totally need to talk about the StarMart thing,” a girl with chunky hipster glasses and a blunt, black bob says, and rapidly the rest of the council agrees.

It loves to coquette with my eagersome eyes, […]

Having taken this journey in order to escape the inclemencies I had suffered on the fifty-first parallel, I had hoped, I must confess, to enter a true Goshen on the forty-eighth.

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