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So i was walking down the street and something caught my stare.
Literally. It was a fishinghook stuck in my eyeball
so I gave it a sharp tug to
try an untangle ourselves from this bad reality moment. I was overcome with the urge to pee but I just wiggled from side to side and tried to remember happier moments. Like
when they were inadequately known to each other. Now familiarity bred
like bunnies on pine nuts and they were instantly the best of friends, doing things friends do. Buying each other dinner, scoring each other concert tickets, hiding each others' hookers' corpses. They lived happily ever after. Trust me on that.
