All her days, Fran was hungry. But not for food, or sex, or drugs, or money, or power, or blood, though all those things flowed wherever she went. So she stepped away, going where she could not be followed. There, in a still place beneath an even sky, she found what she needed.
These stories are complete. They tell the stories I want to tell. There won't be more.
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I meant by putting all the mini stories in book format 1 per page
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I'm working on it. It's logistically tricky.
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I will definitely be keeping up to see what happens. Incredible talent
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