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yes, i am an ass.
having one, it can't be escaped.
guilty of too much space and ill-timed grimaces,
sighs, and large breaths.
not seeing the point, miscommunicating, being late,
making a mess, eating too much.
and everyone is so shocked when the pizza tastes like ice cream
and fudge.
what can i do but get out the vacuum and sweep myself up.
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