You sit stacked on my nightstand. Your pile somewhat disheveled, a never-ending revolving door of friends. Each one of you holds a story; waits patiently, hoping for your turn to be unfurled. Some of you are lucky. You barely sit at the top of the pile before I’ve snatched you up and devoured you, before passing … Continue reading Day 11: You sit stacked…
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