I wrote a story
… and my mustachioed friend Zach was kind enough to publish it over at The Great and Secret Thing. It’s a very short story. A glimpse, really, into a moment in a life that may or may not exist somewhere in some time. Please ignore all the incredibly flattering things Zachary says about me (“drunkard,” ha!) and my notorious (?) champagne habit in his introduction. He is accustomed to drinking whiskey distilled from the sweat…
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