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Let Them Eat Cake!

“Little pup, little pup, what might you want?” Liza asks the finely-trimmed Pomeranian trembling in her arm-wreath. Given permission, the...

The Orphanage

This advertisement was once ahead of its time. Sores and blisters now sprouted from its linen sheets. The Orphanage stood underneath,...

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