the paper cut lets a small drop of blood come out and drip in a candy like drop upon the white shirt. a stain that will never wash out. life continues, but now with a different shirt.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, with humor and pathos, emotional complaints of the soul 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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