He liked hiding behind it. It gave him a comfort of sorts, an insurance in the event something backfired. Every now and then he would lurch from behind it and peek through its crevices. You’d have to be really astute to pick it up or really fond of…
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Only once it stood there a japanese wooden artifact T’was I who saw it the most staring at it endlessly I cried laughter and tears of joy rolled I stared at it on and on sliding through its curves one by one I relished the emotional ride I pondered…
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It was horrible. He couldn’t sleep. He tossed and tossed and tossed, the blankets had been itching him all fucking night. T’was his fault anyways, he stolen that freaking blanket from his last day at the army, way back when he did any motion…
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Only once it stood there a japanese wooden artifact T’was I who saw it the most staring at it endlessly I cried laughter and tears of joy rolled I stared at it on and on sliding through its curves one by one I relished the emotional ride I pondered…
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