The Pre-quel to Tropic of Calculus << home >> scuttling along the bottom of the seashore...
Hungry for sentences, he scrounged without shame, his upturned legs kicking the air along the lip of the dumpster.
I can’t even scrine my way out of a wet paper bag.
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