A story in three panels.
My brother shipped me a bunch of boxes he’d been storing for me since our parents sold the house we grew up in. This is but one old gem among many. I read The Stand in high school, and all I remember is staring at the clock in class, counting the hours until I could get home and dive into more of it.
A friend of mine nabbed this autographed copy for me in college, and I can’t tell you how glad I am to have dug it out of the past once again. I’m an avowed ebook guy now, but this is something pixels still can’t do.
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