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The police would be there in about ten more minutes, she figured. It would be worth the wait if she gets cuffed by that dreamy officer Peller again.
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A songbird gives his review of the podcast Songbirding
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This is Januae's review of the teleportation device. Until the review gets away from him.
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A review of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.
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This is a short poem to say: Share a review on PodRevDay!
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Paul and Allison try to decide to attempt to maybe review breakfast.
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What do you do when you're a nerfing salamander?
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The cat vanishes.
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The strange truth of KFC and Twitter.
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They did not escape before sundown and now must build shelter.
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This episode is not explicit.
Written and performed by Elizabeth Wilcox.
Elizabeth is a writer, avid role-player, amateur mixologist, member of and social media manager for The Dimension Door Podcast. You can also find her on Instagram (@wilcoxwriter) and at her website, briarbooklane.com
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TRANSCRIPT
It began when I awoke to the unpleasant sensation of a prickling within my right ear. It felt as though something was scritch-scratching away upon my eardrum like a pen upon paper. I tried to clear it, but the sensation would not cease. The longer it continued, the more I was certain that some living thing was burrowing into me, scritch-scratching away at my flesh and my sanity.
The doctor who checked said my inner ear is inflamed, but clear. No foreign object, no thing, is there.
I should be reassured. The prickling has subsided to no more than an occasional flicker of a whisper. I twitch now and then.
The dreams, though. What do I do about the dreams? The damp earth between my sheets? The soil between my teeth?
Sorry, what was I saying? Oh, I remember now. Yes. I was just asking: Would you like to see my garden?