not a chair by tuss


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I waded through the dead leaves of autumn. I drank in the front porch sun. Smoke poured from my lungs. Smirking lips gleamed. The sled crashed. Snow filled my boots. Plants grew in my shoes. Friends wrote on the walls. I went to sleep on a bus. I woke up in a suit case.

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