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"it's still there!"
"what's still there?"
"the styrofoam!"
"what styrofoam?"
"in the bottom of the trash, it didn't go into the dumpster again...it's just stuck there."
"oh, well, can you reach it?"
"no, it's just stuck."
"then leave it."
if i weren't so tired, i might feel determined to change the color of that font. but it was sunny today. this is autobiographical and i just don't even care.
it wasn't the first time...but i understood. nothing about her would ever make you think she was capable of it, but she was. and she did. i can't forget that. leave bitch, whatever.
without my pants, i walked down the hall. you were in the bathroom. puking. it was going to be a very long night. i grabbed my pants. and left.
i reached around and sure enough, there it was. my spine. i put some clothes in a bag and left. i would never look back.
oh wow, did you see that?
no, i did not see that.
just over there.
where?
it's gone.
that figures.
come back starlight, shine bright.
you're so weird.
i wasn't sure we'd make it. you always said we would. like you knew everything. like living into this century was your biggest accomplishment. that and being right.
it was loud, even though it was so far away. when she hit that gong, birds in all the trees lifted up into the sky.
the be near that scent was like dying. how it picked up every other scent. why would you wear your leather around me?
the rug was wrapped tight. and it was heavier than i thought it would be. still, i managed to get it into the back of my car.
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