i pulled a mom move, i went into the kitchen to be near dad, and i automatically opened the fridge to pour something in the cup as i was making small talk,, then i'm like, i muttered to myself "i don't want this shit"
I'll stay sick with nudges, giddy on a chair like a hapless fool i am a man living in a dream who needs to breathe obvio...
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