Skeleton

Should we get a dog? We talked about it for blocks.

Klutzes, what wouldwedo with a puppy? You with your

edibles and me kinda losing my mind.

Look at us here, stranded.       Long weekend? The longest.

Evidently we’ve been cultivating a deliberate recklessness,

trapped in this getaway for what seems like

oblivion.       Are you for real? It’s a marvelous toxin, shut in

narcotic in this parenthesis, nodding off together one breath at a time.
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