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Nathan Hatch
"When the poker made contact, DNR’s head exploded like a milkweed pod. Silken red strings shot in all directions, forming web-like constructs. Thousands of black specs sprinted to the floor like a static downpour. I saw my shoes and pant legs covered and speckled."
DNR and the Rag Rug
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