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 Hello! As of today, November 8th, 2021, I will be moving all my literature from my DeviantArt to this new blog, and any future pieces will live here as well. So sit back, grab a sparkling water, and read. This is partially for archival, and partially also just for the heck of it. Feel free to leave comments on my pieces, I'll read every one I see! 

Many thanks,

Greyson (bouncypear)

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