Reaperman, another collection I'm a part of.

 

Life has been flying at me rapidly. I've started a new job, I've started therapy (everyone needs a therapist, it's ok), I've been trying to take my health more seriously, and I've got plans to get my eyes looked at in the near future. Working with computers now is playing with my eyes and I'd like to keep them in better shape. Anyway, you should all pick up this book: https://www.amazon.com/Reaperman-Drabbles-Black-Ink-Fiction/dp/B09DMR991B/ref=sr_1_2?crid=1PJZTCK81CCBF&keywords=reaperman+black+ink+fiction&qid=1630368936&sprefix=reaperman%2Caps%2C168&sr=8-2

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