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You found it at the bottom of your second quart that day, didn't you? Was it a day like any other? Did breakfast sear the throat and cauterize the breaches along hope as planned? It stilled the sympathetic vibrations, didn't it?
Was it a leisurely drive, as you contemplated the coming of the third, and how that would alter everyone's perception of you, your household, your esteem? Was it simple absent-mindedness or unerring neglect that delivered you, two quarts, and your dormant third shockingly into the realm of control, and instantly out again? Was it a prebaptism that accompanied this abandonment? Did you expect that the chassis would be incomplete, even after five months of mucid preparations? Did your folds increase in alkalinity?
We would have believed it was almost malicious, had the information been transmitted in any other manner.
That door remained locked, sealed, hidden for almost half a century when, affected by a discourse on canine suffering and its hominine effects, it shuddered. The loose earth settling in its wake, a dark luminosity polished the room, the exhumation of seasoned transgressions.
No amount of admission can rid you of it, your potential third. The door has become jammed after opening no more than an inch. Just enough to see the evacuated form, blood, encephalitis: clues that start from annihilation and trail into oblivion.
Was it a leisurely drive, as you contemplated the coming of the third, and how that would alter everyone's perception of you, your household, your esteem? Was it simple absent-mindedness or unerring neglect that delivered you, two quarts, and your dormant third shockingly into the realm of control, and instantly out again? Was it a prebaptism that accompanied this abandonment? Did you expect that the chassis would be incomplete, even after five months of mucid preparations? Did your folds increase in alkalinity?
We would have believed it was almost malicious, had the information been transmitted in any other manner.
That door remained locked, sealed, hidden for almost half a century when, affected by a discourse on canine suffering and its hominine effects, it shuddered. The loose earth settling in its wake, a dark luminosity polished the room, the exhumation of seasoned transgressions.
No amount of admission can rid you of it, your potential third. The door has become jammed after opening no more than an inch. Just enough to see the evacuated form, blood, encephalitis: clues that start from annihilation and trail into oblivion.