When Harry walked across my palm and onto my fingertips, perhaps wisely attempting a swift getaway, the scratch of his toenails on my skin was thrilling.
Nonfiction
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Mourning a Student
In the story, two kids hide in a rickety treehouse while the werewolves pace below, swiping their claws at the tree trunk. It felt like Stranger Things meets Karen Russell but with a voice that was unmistakably Micah’s.
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Review of a Late-Minted Ween Fan
So I missed the boat for timely entrance into Ween fandom and I only really started listening to anything more than an occasional blare of “Ocean Man,” which everyone agrees is entry level Ween, in my late twenties. Maybe that’s a good thing, all things considered; they say not to meet your heroes, and Gene Ween is my fucking hero.