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Day 7. 446 Miles. What Is A Title Other Than A Restriction On Creativity?

The great raccoon stalker of East York isn’t a real thing. Well. It wasn’t until it was. And then it was. So now it is. Camped out in the most urban of environments, this little fucker fucks with me all … Continue reading

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Days 5 & 6. 408 Miles. People, Places, Pooping, and the Oxford Comma.

I am Jack’s total unawareness of what day or time it is. I am a slave to night and day and overwhelming physical exertion. However let me be clear in stating that I stand behind all commas, regardless of what … Continue reading

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