So we were driving Man O’War between Wal-Mart and Kroger when I looked ahead and to the left. I said, “Man, that’s some fucking thick toilet paper.”
Preston asked, “What? What did I miss?”
I pointed ahead. “That car up there. Check out the license plate. ###-PLY.*”
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*number edited to protect person’s privacy
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Author: Mari Adkins
Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.
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