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Such passion, such flair!

The colors bizarre yet evocative, the shapes bold, yet somehow fluid.

It's a shame the tray table must now be stowed from the coloring book back in months back.

Everyone should feel free to express themselves, even the littlest flyers.

That's why at Virgin Atlantic, we give our kids packs on every flight from the UK.

Virgin Atlantic, see the world differently.

Old Gods of Appalachia is a horror anthology podcast, and therefore may contain material not suitable for all audiences.

So listen your discretion is advised.

Arabas came, was a sort of man who oozes into your life,

like a grease stain on a good shirt that you don't notice until it's far too late to scrub out.

He was a sort of oily interloper who squelched his way through people's lives until they found themselves befiled with the whole of his being.

From his noxious disingenuous demeanor to the outright horrifying nature of his life's work.

Relatively little was known about the origin of the man who styled himself Arabas Cain.

Except for the fact that his name was neither Arabas nor Cain.

Both being affectations adopted in the interest of his chosen profession.

Some said he come from down in Arkansas, where he was wanted for unspeakable crimes against the good people of the Ozarks.

Others say he hailed from some big city or another up north maybe.

Folks around here just don't do the sort of things he did.

Born Herbert Guthrie, according to investigators who had serious questions about his work,

Arabas Cain was the proprietor of a business so distasteful that few would admit to patronizing it.

But shamefully, many did.

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