Moonlight shines down upon the drifting ship, floating cobwebs clinging to the mast. The #cursed#crew shuffle along the deck, eyes locked on some distant memory. The ship tilts, caught in the grip of a whirlpool.
“Time to get out of the bath, Timmy,” Mother calls.
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Andrea Crossett — 09/10/22
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Infinite Monkey Theorem 