Sometimes, the world tells me it doesn't like me and I go and sulk about that for awhile, often with the company of a good book. The book is usually full of matches and I'll light them, one after another, and drop them on a pile of dirty laundry I've placed at my feet. "Does our boy Todd burn tonight?" I say as each match drops, only to snuff
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