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my mom and I are walking through Big R when I ask to leave, nervously crushing my keys in my palm, the lady at the front has this pleasant accent and talked to me like I was a woman--I brush my fingers across all the stacks of denim embroidered in silver thread with gaudy buttons we are in the parking lot and she says you didn't find anything? and I think that all the carhartt hoodies looked like your chest and all the jeans said you ruin everything down the seams, all I could see was me swingin' around a hardwood floor that didn't exist--attached to a hand that was fading away but I say, no, nothin'.
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC
No, nothin'.
my mom and I are walking through Big R when I ask to leave, nervously crushing my keys in my palm, the lady at the front has this pleasant accent and talked to me like I was a woman--I brush my fingers across all the stacks of denim embroidered in silver thread with gaudy buttons we are in the parking lot and she says you didn't find anything? and I think that all the carhartt hoodies looked like your chest and all the jeans said you ruin everything down the seams, all I could see was me swingin' around a hardwood floor that didn't exist--attached to a hand that was fading away but I say, no, nothin'.
(c) Brooke Otto 2016 wow today
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC
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