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Jun 2010
The milk
dribbled down Steven's right arm.

what in tarnation am i doing?
he thought to himself

his mom's tiny shoes
tiptoed up to his room

****

he started to ****
and turned on the flourescent light

what's going on in there?
he heard her whisper
through her moldy teeth
Written by
Edgar Kraltzcsh
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