Wednesday November 08, 2023
I stand, weave, I shake my head. My ear clears a little but not much. I begin to worry. Maybe the problem is worse than neglect, perhaps millions of tiny dust mites are eating away the inside of my skull, poised to break through my face. Good luck finding love after that.
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