Walter Filmore sat in front of his computer cursing God, the Internet, the Jews, Jesus Christ, rocking chairs, and generally how cheap people were. He checked his listing on Ebay for the twentieth time that night. His mother had died…
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Walter Filmore sat in front of his computer cursing God, the Internet, the Jews, Jesus Christ, rocking chairs, and generally how cheap people were. He checked his listing on Ebay for the twentieth time that night. His mother had died…
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