The wanderlust has been creeping up my arms like hairy-legged arachnids. Bothersome, insistent, and I have had to stammer through their chitchatchattering - clicking in the threads of my Persian rug: stay in bed, you don't want to work, you don't want to play, you have papers and bills and heartaches and headaches and your an addict an addict an
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