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Side Effects – Gargleblaster Microstories #211

Jerome’s work dismantling radioactive warheads was difficult. Then side effects emerged. “Couldn’t sleep.” Jerome rubbed tired eyes. “I got up.” “No shit,” stammered Caitlin. “What?” Caitlin pointed at him hovering just beneath the ceiling. She shuddered, “Good thing we got … Continue reading

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