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10 foot legs

by an0n

it’s hard having a normal sized torso while fitted with 10 foot legs, it’s like living with legs as long as trees and as wide as beer kegs, i’ve never gone on a successful shopping trip in my life, everything bought online, even though it’s convenient, i’m still filled with strife as you may have guessed, getting out of cars is a nightmare, like some awkward mutant trying to get out of a bmw makes a whole crowd stop and stare, contrary to popular belief, i never played ball or played any sports at all, so clumsy, if you ever saw me on the court you’d be appalled grocery shopping is more difficult than you would anticipate, the simple task of reaching the top shelf effortlessly makes an awe-filled crowd congregate some kind of genetic monstrosity, why did it have to be this way, i would like to cut half of my legs off, if i may but alas, maybe one thing i could excel at, something to give me hope, to not make my dreams flat i could be an accountant! an awkward, tall accountant! they barely get up, with no physical labor, this is the answer to my prayer, my covenant! i started my job as an accountant, and everything was going great i vowed to get all my work done, and never be late but then i remembered that i failed math 3 times in high school i don’t really want to be an accountant anymore, i feel like a fool
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