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This is a cautionary tale. Beware of Stick Men. You cannot hear their bones rattle when they walk. You cannot see their darkness when they talk. Coffee will not satisfy them. Where they feed is desolation. The Stick Man probed the edge of her mind. It was a delicious crispy cookie, fresh from the oven. Hi, I havent seen you here before. Welcome to the family. He leaned toward her, his voice soft, approving, very different from Jeffs. Could the dingy surroundings reflect the spirit of their owner?

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This is a cautionary tale. Beware of Stick Men. You cannot hear their bones rattle when they walk. You cannot see their darkness when they talk. Coffee will not satisfy them. Where they feed is desolation. The Stick Man probed the edge of her mind. It was a delicious crispy cookie, fresh from the oven. Hi, I havent seen you here before. Welcome to the family. He leaned toward her, his voice soft, approving, very different from Jeffs. Could the dingy surroundings reflect the spirit of their owner?

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