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Our family sin card has a perfect score,”
day. I think he’s crankiest when his sleep stores start to deplete.”
but no one has mastered the art of complaining while complying like he has.
The nostalgia feels good. Grounding, even.
don’t want to be a Selfish Sandy,
My dad is the first to look away, and I know it’s because he doesn’t want me to see the tears in his big, manly eyes. Manly eyeballs are supposed to be the consistency of sandpaper at all times.
scrub. It’s odd how driving for hours can make you feel like you just spent a week in a hostel with no AC and only one pair of underwear, but there’s just something about when you finally reach your destination that makes a shower feel like nirvana.
A gentle tap on the shoulder is all it takes to send my stomach straight to the inner lip of my asshole, locked and loaded and ready to be shat in a fiery spray of nerve-induced diarrhea.
need to find a bottle of water because my mouth is drier than the pussy of a woman who’s been married to a narcissist for twenty-five years.
Oh my good lord
