EDIT: Today, I bitchslapped myself with the sleeve of my turtleneck sweater. Don't know if it's sadder that I in fact own and wear a turtleneck sweater, or that even the sweater itself thinks I'm a pussy because of it.
From my creative writing class.
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On the frustration I feel every time I sit down at a piano, without fail:My hands shake;
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