i'm
allergic
to your
sweater.
do you
mind
taking
it off,
thanks.
that's
so much
better.
i can
breathe
now.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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