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T R S
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Nov 2019
Oxen Eyes
I grabbed all my groceries without a bag after I heard half a revolver full of bullets pop off.
My meat bag soaked a paper sheet and started to lose integrity,
ripping at the seams, and it seemed normal.
So, I freaked and I bailed, after I showered, my drain looked like a rusty glitter parade and it made me feel *****.
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