Your soul is naked, put a shirt on.
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“Just hang loose” Bab said, but the waves were gnarly compared to what my life had been up to that point, mostly just wading through ankle slappers and chunder. Was it fresh? Hell no. But it had been safe.
The party was held in the brimstone canyons of the underworld, just beyond the pit of despair. I was stoked to be there after the seemingly unending fields of nihilism, but the sense of imminent doom was still clinging to me like a lonely face hugger.
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