Chapin City Blues

Writing is writing whether done for duty, profit, or fun.

Caveat: This post contains racist slurs I do not endorse. It talks about rape. It does not follow any linear format. Somewhere around five or six, ballpark figure. Young. A child. Not the sort of person to shy away from a stranger, which is something both rewarding and deadly. She grabs a Junie B. Jones …

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