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It feels like someone's laughing at me today.
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Good luck has expired, it's true.
Then I stuffed my face with strawberries and walked away.
What happens when you can't see the future? Que sera, sera. I dream my house is falling apart, I dream my teeth are falling out. Lately when I dream I remember the teeth that have already fallen out, so the number of teeth I have left grows smaller and smaller. What will I dream when I've run out of teeth?
Somebody ate all my cookies—not somebody, I can see the trail of crumbs and where they lead. Weren't the cookies I willingly shared enough? It's my fault for not having a better hiding place. Who could resist my cookies? I'm not vain but it's plain they've been slain.
It's a great offence for a crane to be pitied. It'll turn its neck up and away. Who are you to pity a crane?
You're a big fat beaver and I like you, but don't involve me in a matter so personal and delicate. I didn't become friends with a big fat beaver because I wanted to tap dance.
Boxes full of elephant photos begin to gather dust. Tannin stains are slowly scratched away. The flesh has wilted. What else is left?
