Fiction and poetry for the present.

Fiction and poetry for the present.

It was Tuesday, the world was ending, and John’s cat was dying. The vet was a mile away. He had no car and couldn’t get a ride service app to answer. All his friends were otherwise occupied.

It was Tuesday, the world was ending, and John’s cat was dying. The vet was a mile away. He had no car and couldn’t get a ride service app to answer. All his friends were otherwise occupied.

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