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there were seas of gentle rye
pillows of doughy, supple whole wheat
and, for my own pleasure, a loaf of the finest, crumbiest garlic bread, crisp to the touch and still warm, with a hole carved in it for my big ol ♥♥♥♥ of course
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in the distance, a donger swells
"i cantl," the man says, a tear welling in his eye and tracing its way through the blackened dirt on his cheek
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🐙 ayyyy lmao.
make the sound that old bathroom pipes make
hoeoohueuh
huougohuoguhou
AW DAMN
SHE GOT A BIRD BRAIN
Maybe he'd move to Canada. He didn't mind the cold on most days. Wear a big parka, say "aboot". The standard Canadian things. Assimilate, learn French. Go to hip cafes in Montreal.
He certainly couldn't keep his old name. "Aaron" was too recognizable, too easy to remember.
And just like that, as though he were some sightless creature emerging from a deep, black pool, some sort of new alien creature that clambered from the recesses of the earth, he was BSC.
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That of course it's
Gonna get better
Gonna get better
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