he sits four feet from me.
two feet - on the floor.
two hands - clutched around
a muffin he's procured.
she's my woman
he proclaims.
you try and take her, i'll fucking take you.
big, small - whatever. i'll fucking kill you he adds.
you casually glance over and he doesn't.
and he doesn't look crazy. he doesn't.
i'll fucking knock your
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