Hello everybody, I hope that you're all doing well.

This week, we have two stories that I think you will really enjoy.

And I have some exciting news that I will be releasing within the coming weeks, so stay tuned.

But for now, let's drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

I live in a small town in rural Ohio.

There are rules that must be followed.

Written by Doevar.

I live in a small town about 1,500 people in the embodiment of a central Ohio farm community.

Downtown donuts is a mom-and-pop treat. They make the best of French cruellers, even though they're

Korean-American. Wenderson's feed see it is a hub of gossip in commerce.

As old maid, Wenderson also owns the train station and definitely plays favorites.

And the Buckeye Bar is the pillar of the community.

Cleaner than any bar that I had been to when I got my ag degree at the University of Tennessee.

Town Hall is the actual home of large town hall meetings where we discuss everything and anything

that needs fixing.

Potholes.

Town Hall.

Wild dogs hunting livestock.

Town Hall.

Hate the mayor's new buzz cut. Town hall. This place is practically a stereotype and that

doesn't seem to bother anybody lives here, except for a few edgy high schoolers. I've never loved

this town and, if I'm honest, I hope that I would be leaving it behind me with my bachelor's degree.

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