golden syrup sun
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At the core of it, under all the exposition, under all the fussing and poetry and tears, there is a monster that tells Wilbur he is awful and wrong in the back of his head, and it sounds a bit like his father.
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Wilbur Soot, ages eighteen to twenty-four, on raising children, birthing nations, and the flammable nature of both.
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- Part 1 of minecraft but all these people are sad (ross's dsmp works)
- Part 1 of golden syrup sun
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So here he is, healing in the sun. There’s an intriguing patch of freckles forming on his right shoulder that’ll probably start looking like the Greek Cyclades if he spends much more time outside. Wilbur likes the idea of being a human map, of star charts spanning his skin. He’d like to think he’s a man of the world, but he’d also like to be a part of the world, just another animal in the weeds.
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Wilbur Soot, twenty-one, on being a Renaissance man in love.
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- Part 5 of minecraft but all these people are sad (ross's dsmp works)
- Part 2 of golden syrup sun