In my dream it’s day four locked inside the apartment and information is scarce. When the cars reverse direction up the street we can’t tell what they are running from. I’m pissing into a box, carefully. We never get the food we want.
In my dream it’s day four locked inside the apartment and information is scarce. When the cars reverse direction up the street we can’t tell what they are running from. I’m pissing into a box, carefully. We never get the food we want.
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