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When I opened the front door, I wasn’t expecting anything. Nothing special that would happen to me tonight. I ordered my drink and took a couple sips through my plastic straw. The only thought, at the time, was being relieved it wasn’t paper. If I wanted floaties in my drink, I would’ve brought my own
My feelings can’t be hurt. My bones can’t be broken. I’m not the brittle leaf fallen from the tree. My being stays. My essence remains within me. I’m full of richness like melted chocolate. My throat is too dry. My heart is too tough. I’m not the stolen seeds the squirrels take. My noises are

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