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  • Writer's pictureJeb Brack

LILT: Enter Studs

The sun peeked over the hotel across the street like a mischievous child, then sprinted in the window and struck Studs Fedora like a thrown yellow brick. He groaned. His head felt hollow, his mouth tasted like plastic and he hadn't made it to bed...again.

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