The Unknown: The Orange Line.
  (Me is William here, of course. He’s always horning in on the first person. Though he speaks, generally, for our collective “I” as well. These kinds of distinctions are irrelevant in such a text as this. At some point the text itself loses consciousness.)  

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The Unknown at Spineless Books.

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