Story 105:
He was a Martian--a little green man--abandoned on this on this obscure planet called "Earth." His friends and family had all left him. He was alone. He wept.
Story 106:
Balalaikas make me think of my grandfather (he used to play one). When I hear them I blink, clench my fists. Try not to remember. I can't help it.
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