222: Sleeping on the Couch

[smecker]

When I was.... shit, I don't know how old; four or five, I guess? ...my mother got this couch that folded out into a bed. Yard sale spoils. Cheap, I'm sure. God knows it should have been, fucking thing was pretty as a buck-toothed hooker. Flowers, stylized; in blues and pinks and purples and greens

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[you_rock]

For a ficlet that helps create the world the muse lives in, you TOTALLY ROCK!

[smecker]

Thank you!