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Changes: Consecutive Substack Story 1220

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There was a fire pit, and a pipe you could piss out of, and a slot to stash titty and pube magazines and Larmer’s dad’s old gun with one bullet in it.

Donnie Simo brought the first magazine with a real vagina and someone brought a flashlight just so we could look at it in the dark.

Hours, man. Hours wasted or dreaming or scheming or confused.

Our clubhouse was leftover rubble from the Yorba Gasket Company.