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Hannah Paasch Cosand

The Day I Met The Blues

The Day I Met The Blues 150 150 Hannah Paasch Cosand

It was the kind of summer day that threatens to melt you into its scorched grass and heavy, humid air. I filled my Kool-aid bottle for the five-hundredth time that…

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Because God Doesn’t Reside In The Neon Plastic Crevices Of Your Bulls**t Hamster Wheel

Because God Doesn’t Reside In The Neon Plastic Crevices Of Your Bulls**t Hamster Wheel 150 150 Hannah Paasch Cosand

It is better to go to a house of mourning than to go to a house of feasting, for death is the destiny of everyone; the living should take this…

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