FICTION POST: WE ARE THE STUFF THAT STARS ARE MADE OF, AND ALSO THE BEACH THAT BUTTS SIT ON

Along the beach, a short-haired man runs in a grey tracksuit; listening to music, wires in his ear go to his pocket, and the ocean makes a lot of racket. Continue reading FICTION POST: WE ARE THE STUFF THAT STARS ARE MADE OF, AND ALSO THE BEACH THAT BUTTS SIT ON

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