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He placed the sheet back on the desk, the words splattered callously on the page, ink stained like a rorschach self realized and formed, briefly, of it's own volition.
We place the things that we can't let go in a pouch. We never run out of pouches, we can hold onto anything we want in mass quantities. Why do we hold on to everything?
Growing up in Florida, we didn't have an upstairs. But back home in Canada we used to have this big huge house that the whole family lived in. My parents room was upstairs, they had a giant water bed. I would jump on it as if I were doing cannon balls and one time I accidentally punched my Dad in the nuts.