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A moth is tapping against the light bulb in my closet.
My dog chomping on a plastic bone that couldn't possibly taste good. Her metal tags clanging as she walks away...
Me chomping on a straw sticking out of an empty drink, delaying myself from making another. My metal necklace charms clanging as I adjust my position against the wall. It's not comfortable, but I pretend it is because I lack furniture.
I wish I had a grandmother that lived nearby with grandma furniture. A big, smelly, dusty couch. A creaky old rocking chair with a cushion tied to it. Cookies. Oh I miss cookies. Warm ugly blankets... Little gnome figurines.
Can I borrow someones Grandma?
My dog chomping on a plastic bone that couldn't possibly taste good. Her metal tags clanging as she walks away...
Me chomping on a straw sticking out of an empty drink, delaying myself from making another. My metal necklace charms clanging as I adjust my position against the wall. It's not comfortable, but I pretend it is because I lack furniture.
I wish I had a grandmother that lived nearby with grandma furniture. A big, smelly, dusty couch. A creaky old rocking chair with a cushion tied to it. Cookies. Oh I miss cookies. Warm ugly blankets... Little gnome figurines.
Can I borrow someones Grandma?