I own two pairs of pants, even though I’ve never worn them. When I scrounge around in my underwear I am reminded once again that she brings with her a peace offering. In my coat pockets are the giant grinding of my teeth. Then these sounds disappear quickly into other pockets and I see a group of circus ponies tossing their heads. I really do feel these manifestations are harmless.
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