‘Particles? I thought particles?’ By Chase Garret Mozingo

An invasion in the night of Beatrice, the handsome protestor of nonchalant betrayal, sardonically repeating, and the defeat of iron in a cordially impregnated satire on life and the meaning of being jolly, wholly or encorpsed.

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