β Scribed by Stephen Dixon
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
14 Stories is part comedy, part tragedy, part social comment, and part spoof. But most of all it is a highly entertaining series of all-too-plausible vignettes that shows off Stephen Dixon's remarkable talent at its best.
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