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staring at the telly at eight in the morning

Now he felt at the content end of things. He could not feel guilty, for sitting arbitrarily on the sofa.

he�d been told to freeze when a wild animal confronted you

the most mismatched people

Gregory buttoned his coat with the ferocity of a straight jacket

he numbly watched the steam rise from the chromed spout

cables also made him remember the good times

humans were fundamentally stupid and unpredictable

the drips and cracks melt into . . . me I start to play with a Small block of ocean stinging my certain hands. Powdered, clouded wa..

I was infected with postechnophobia