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FICTION || Lost by Christopher Moore
My friends and I are sitting on a log near a stream. We didn’t plan to get lost in the woods, but we wandered off the path and lost our sense of direction, and now here we are, far from home. It’s scary to not know where you are, but at least I’m not alone. The three of us will figure out a way to get home, to get back to our tablets and games consoles and safe bedrooms. We just have to be clever and come up with a plan.

Penned in Rage Journal
Oct 15 min read
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