I logged in and I was job hunting. I was incognito. Passersby were wearing cowboy hats and plaid and where they were pale or a little pink, I was touched. I’m open! I said to plenty of them. I opened all the windows and walls and I was like come on and in came their skirts and belts and socks. They breathed on my teacups and pushed the bag up on a spoon. Sounds like? they asked and I replied rather feebly. I don’t know. I did. One thing was always getting in the way of the other.
In a certain light
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