Sins, it must be. What else justifies the prestige and snobbery wrapping itself around my ass? It's all in how you wear it, I've been telling myself. That, I suppose, is the challenge.
I try to figure out what's happening around me by listening to music. I forget myself, I forget faces, I put the other earbud in and wait to remember. Meanwhile, I have thickfreakness; I have blurred visions and singsong signs and a 180-degree turn with third-degree burns. I hold my breath.
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