The sky shimmers slightly above the windshield. My eyes adjust to the light and I curse softly, pumping the gas pedal. I am working. The car starts, jumps and a craft knife falls out of the ruin that was my glove box. I do not remember buying that. Obviously new, the sunlight glitters lovely and pyrite off of the blade. I glance at the road to make
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Crap.
Well.
I am now going to spend a good portion of dinner reading up medically about these things, because I'm curious, and I dig you.
Whatever happens, I send you vibes in whatever shape and scope that appeals the most to you.
Fountains of blood in shapes of girls,
--The Feather Cap.
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