i stil remember the night when my slalamander died, the night was still and cold, like a bar of soap in an icebox and the air was cold and thick like a thick bar of soap in and icebox. i stil remember his beady little eyes staring up at me out of his tank. staring into the inside of my inner sole. i lost a friend that night, that cold, thick still
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