Job description: fiction

His aura? Sky-high

Delivering food and vibes

Feeding my intrusive thoughts

Checkmate.

No pain, all gain

pub–lic enemy

The recycle bin’s dark cousin

Eggspected to go platinum

live, laugh, lick the spoon

foxin’ up but keepin’ on

caveposting

their chemistry’s got great pronunciation

one sip away from enlightenment

bird’s first tip jar

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