It’s come to my attention that my desk chair can’t play in a man’s game. I’ve known for a while now that my nightstand is the single most vindictive object in the whole condo. And then there the fact that the kitchen table never truly was on my side. My dresser doesn’t give a damn what I want. It just votes with the union. I don’t mean to suggest that my furniture is conspiring against me. I’m not paranoid or anything, but I think ulterior motives are in play. Perhaps the furniture pieces are just pawns of the toaster oven. It belonged to my mother. That would explain it.
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You should be a writer! 
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Ah ha! A very good one too I can see!
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I finished it, clicked the close-button on the browser, and thought, “Maybe I’ll fool one of them.” I should have known better
and writing smut to post on dirty story sites doesn’t . . … ah, hell, thanks. thanks.
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