Awww.
Is that not the cutest fucking thing you've ever seen?
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I'm sitting at a desk which holds a death metal distortion pedal, a bottle of hot sauce, and endless piles of Magic Cards. There are two guitars behind me, and cardboard cutouts of Freddy Kruger and Jason. A bleak, open taco kit is on the chair next to me, half consumed and left to go stale.
Two couches, a large recliner, a yellow plastic table with instructions for using Coppertone. A television and a partially broken dvd player.
A table and four chairs. Empty Gatorade bottles. Wonder Bread and Kraft cheese singles, purchased with a certain hope. Trash bags, plastic forks, an empty metal futon frame.
Lotions, deodorizers, toothpastes. Other things I know don't belong to anyone in this house. Pink daisy razors, Spongebob Squarepants stickers lining the mirror. Rusty rings in the tub. A singular green hand towel.
My things, scattered about. Boxes left half full, boxes emptied and tossed aside.
A boy with freckles on his shoulders. Someone once told him that if he swept his hair to the side, girls would like him. His hair is fine reguardless.
Contentedness.