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EAR RAT MAGAZINE VOLUME ONE ISSUE ONE
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"What the fuck is an ear rat, anyway?"


Issue one Features:
- "COVID-19: Week by Week" by Dannarchy

- "What's Next" by bikerbuddy (of Reading Project fame.)

- "American Prepping and Agency" by incessantpain

- "Tiger Balm" by Pike Malarkey

- also other things are in the zine.

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  1. David BlueNovember 25, 2020 at 12:59 AM

    Know this: your magazine has now been made manifest in the physical realm! https://i.snap.as/28Qn1gkZ.jpeg

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