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[following-it]

"Does the dog have wings?" "Sure." His response confused me.

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I, Phone.

This relationship is DOA.

  You’re insatiable, clingy, and way too handsy. Getting pinched and flicked and poked at every other second is not romantic foreplay. You can’t bear leaving the house without me. You’d be lost. Literally. But when we’re out, you have no qualms checking out younger models right in front of me. And then you’d put your greasy fingers all over me, analyzing and comparing for whom and when you should ditch me so you’d get the best deal.

  Well, screw you. I, break up with you. Don’t bother trying to turn me on. You can’t no more.

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Life in a Matchbox

None of us could tell how much time has passed since the birthday song ended.

  We lie sprawled on top of one another, trying not to fidget, lest we set something on fire.

  But that’s exactly what we’re born to do.

  For when The Rapture comes. When blinding lights flood into our cardboard walls, and the Pearly Pink Pincers descend, taking us to serve our life purpose: To give light and shine.

  As we ignite this life, the last thing the luckiest of us hear will be the joyous congratulations, serenading us as our soul ascends.

  “Happy Birthday to you!”