is wrong with you, isn't there?
my friend Judy
asked me
as i dribbled coffee
onto my shirt.
yeah, i think so, i told her.
i can't sleep at night.
it's the news.
the weather, my ex's,
my five children.
you have five children?
no, not really, i'm making
that part up.
like i said, she said,
there's something seriously
wrong with you.
you make a lot of stuff up,
don't you?
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