Cracker.
Cheese spread.
Eat.
Repeat. (Re-eat?)
There must be something more than all this sitting around
and eating
and drinking
and watching
and waiting on death, (so it feels.)
Yes, watching. Cue the inner monologue.
("Spectator sports again?"
"Yes, I do just fine, thanks.")
And now! I re-inhibit my past! No matter how....seemingly embarrassing and
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