I can already feel you creepin up, above me, from under... behind and approaching... slowly, but steadily I can feel it ....you will take me over. I am your master! Slave!
:A thickquid fog,,,, dark and disturbing, pertrbing, penetrating... but I am a fortress and you will NOT overwhelm me... I hold you at bay behind my walls, attempting to push through, but I will not avail you of what is within... only as much as want - back up off me! Stand down- fall back....
I am YOUR MASTER! SLAVE!
thusly it ensues! let's git on now baby!
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In the summer fog, clothing-donation programs lack coats for men
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[image: Two clothing racks hold assorted pants and jackets in an indoor
room with a chart on the wall and an air purifier on the floor.]
Men's coats and s...
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