June 2015 archive

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We had a very bad day.

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The girl of my dreams. She pops up frequently in my brain and begs me to tell her story. I usually quiet her down, but she came back today, roaring. It made me want to at least write the script, as I’ll likely never draw a full comic. But maybe I could find an artist …

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Playing.

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