Something about screaming “look at this” louder than anyone else, and giant fingernails strafing the bedspread, and all that blood reabsorbed, sucked back in month-by-month piling up the pressure, and getting halfway there but still no closer, and this is my story but where’s the story. And suddenly, the wind dropped and everyone returned to their business. And the next day, it meant nuffink to no-one.
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