Red/Green Colorblind MadnessJennifer L. Knox
Whoa there, Stretch. Hands off—the madness stays right where I left it, Pokey warned, holding a purple gun on me. See it’s a philosophy, really— a conscious choice to be this way— though it’s costed me dearly… It’s rabies, you dolt—you’re drooling all over the place, I said, feeling the spider’s egg buried in the hump on my head jump. Soon it would hatch and its scorching righteousness would pour forth like lava.
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