Imagine 12 chairs arranged in a circle, but you feel a 13th presence sitting between number 6 and number 7. Imagine 12 candles lit in a row, but the shadow on the wall has 13 fingers. You have a Longdozen.
I didn’t see her. But the twelfth mug was warm to the touch. amy dark longdozen
She just waits for the count to be off by one . Why am I writing this? Because last night, I poured coffee into twelve mugs for a small gathering. There were only six of us in the room. Imagine 12 chairs arranged in a circle, but
I first heard the phrase on a dead forum, the kind that only loads after midnight if you type the URL backward. A single thread. One post. amy dark longdozen