The Fargo Kantrowitz'z Literary Campsite

Hello

I am here in the deep underground. What’s past is past. I know. I know. Catch a swirl. But what then? Swirl catchers ever circle.

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Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones.

Huh?

You slipped on a tomato and hit your head. Can you sit up? Mr. Jones?