melted and soaking toast, the oil squeezing out with each bite slathered over corn on the cob, my lips and chin a gaudy bliss as I pull away even crackers when scooped with its softened yellow fat
whatever you do don’t say that word out loud please do not say it we can talk about emotional tremors you may have my shaky memory or any specific or general instabilities we can take our
I scoot forward to the end of the bed and lower my legs through the darkness. The carpet, a welcome touchdown, but what is needed is a safe trip to the toilet. With a forward rocking motion, I vault
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