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December 19, 2007

From The Comments: Meowbag

It’s Christmas and the night is icy here, but not where you’re going. Where you’re going, there are olive trees, oranges so ripe they will pop on the branches, dripping juice into your mouth. There will be children to play with and caves to explore.

I’ve packed your bag. You won’t need much. Maybe a toothbrush, if you insist. There is no more food for you here, no more room for you to live.

No questions now, just pay attention. Otherwise you won’t get there. Go out the door. Walk straight into the snow. Never turn back.

Yes, it’s magic.

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Another great one, Meowbag's stories have all been top submissions.

Posted by: Chris at December 20, 2007 11:53 AM · Permalink

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