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A wacky and goofy story
December 12, 2022
I’m walking out of the house, that shack, that cold and damp shack and I’m walking over to the boat, sitting down, and rowing a little. After a while, the current changes, and I begin to panic. I’m rowing quickly, violently, but it’s just too slow. I’ve arrived at the shore, about two miles from where I started. The nettles numbed my legs and memories from there until that cold and damp shack, which now didn’t seem all that much of anything all that bad anymore. The damp isn’t as bad as the ocean waves, after all.
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This is a very bad thing I wrote a while back.