My grand padlet by Alexander Meza

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05alemez91927 — 2024-01-24 20:10:05 UTC

"The flesh on Hollis's arms is inflamed, his forearms and hands the size of a football."

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05alemez91927 — 2024-01-24 22:43:47 UTC

"I barely recognize Hollis... because Hollis face has melted, like fishhooks have dug into the skin under his eyes and dragged it three inches down to his skull."

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05alemez91927 — 2024-01-24 22:47:55 UTC

"They come together and assult us, even without looking over the edge i know bellow us is like hell"

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05alemez91927 — 2024-01-24 22:51:30 UTC

"Damp, gurgling moans creep up the walls and spill over onto the roof top, like thorny vines reatching for are feet."