I’m starting a collective journal called “Dear NSA”, a website where people share their secrets and concerns with a vast intelligence apparatus. If any of you are interested in contributing, check out this site: http://nsajournal.wordpress.com
Eleanor looked, towards the wide soccer fields and the shorn corn beyond. A pack of boys came striding into view, across the bare strip of grass beyond the tennis courts. Most of them were bare-chested, skin flushed red, muscles pistoning against the ground.“The Pack”
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