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Day 7,426:
Feels like day two as I rot away on my couch that now has an imprint of an ass (mine) on my favorite cushion. With each passing moment the memory of the previous gets dimmer and dimmer because I'm slipping away into bliss.
Feels like day two as I rot away on my couch that now has an imprint of an ass (mine) on my favorite cushion. With each passing moment the memory of the previous gets dimmer and dimmer because I'm slipping away into bliss.