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Today my ski boots disintegrated on my feet.

It is getting more difficult to play

the role of The Adorable Little Boy

now, and I will confirm what most of you

have suspected: I am ill,

I have the distinct sensation that my head

is donut-shaped. But don't let that

stop me from wriggling my way

into your hearts, those of you

who are not empty blue suits.

I am still very aware, I am hyper-aware.

A beautiful ass makes me sneeze and cough!

But now I suspect you are looking for something

and here it is: Pliny described trees that speak.

The Adorable Little Boy

Matthew Rohrer

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