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Part One Neil Brennan walked down Coal Mine Avenue, twirling his umbrella and thinking to himself about presents. Tomorrow was his...

You hide behind a mask of molded insecurities A smile, brick by brick, made from the impurities The ones that dwell in your empty chest,...

My name is Hunior. I don't belong. Fourteen years ago, a small and lonely penguin was found wandering the vast expanses of Antarctica....

An officer at the ready Standing straight and tall Not knowing that his actions Soon would all the world enthrall A rifle on his shoulder...