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He's black and tiny. Dull but shinny. Disgusted with its presence. People swap him off the tables, the wall. Their eyes blazing with flare. Raising fists about to strike, their food becomes trash in a moment, the fly flies, not anymore, squashed and lifeless, where it lies paralyzed and dies.
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
the Fly
He's black and tiny. Dull but shinny. Disgusted with its presence. People swap him off the tables, the wall. Their eyes blazing with flare. Raising fists about to strike, their food becomes trash in a moment, the fly flies, not anymore, squashed and lifeless, where it lies paralyzed and dies.
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
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