A short tuxedo gussied up the legs.
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The brain is just a piece of meat.
I haven’t found the downside to this.
This glittering world can do no wrong.
If she noticed my gymnastics, she doesn’t let on.
Salt. Heat. Muck.
Smirk metric blistering at five.
I stand by my denial.
Nervous laughter, reassuring words.
The coffee maker is useless. Honestly, so am I.