“i’m the narrator.”

iced latte, warm shade

that’s not an aura, that’s a dinner bell

preventing escape

pasta la vista

suspicious curtains, now it’s “open concept”

he’s checking the list with his fists

daycore

wrapped like a bedtime snack

sea you in the pantry

casual chat to cosmic crisis

fitness meowssion

the sock blinked twice

“i’ll do it tomorrow” since 1423

poultrygeist

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