There is a trace of blood on the sidewalk. I am not really compelled to follow it, so I cross the street. On the other side of the road, a trail of shit. I kid you not.
This day has already gotten too literal for me, and it's only Monday. I turn around, I am going back to bed.
This day has already gotten too literal for me, and it's only Monday. I turn around, I am going back to bed.
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