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my dear mommy caught me right before i fell straight into my seafood tom yum noodles, bless her heart. i'd been to see sole spit just prior; his rhymes could cut glass, but lyrical bullets make no impact when the target is asleep, nawmean?
afterwards i trudged home and lay fetal in bed, slipping in and out of consciousness betwixt the sheets of this week's cormac mccarthy novel. now and then the mobile buzzed frantic against the desk; i let it exhaust itself with pickles & relish.