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The breeze echoed through the leaves of a medium sized oak tree durning a mild rainy day. Below at the forest floor was a small rectan..

The hole was dark and filled with grim and dirt, the ends of worms hung from the ceiling still moving about like a limp hose on the la..

The grass on the forest floor was still damp with yesterday’s rain, families of worms had climbed out of the soil and wiggled on..

An adventure for a squirrel

A man awakes to find himself somewhere worse than death.

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