There was an awesome jacket at the thrift store,
And you know,
Those ghetto price tags attached by sloppy staples,
The sharp ends,
They just uh, scraped along my wrist, vertically,
As I tried the jacket on.
The bruise?
Oh, um, I was dusting,
And uh, one of the wall decorations fell on my arm.
Believable.
Only reason I haven’t finished what I started is
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