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Tuesday, February 15, 2022

A memory of a time a stranger straddled me in a cheap motel.

It was a strange time. I was with this one guy. Wasting time when he wasn’t going down.

Drugs and wannabe thugs. I never did any.

Another guy sat on me like a top waiting to spin. It was a strange time and I haven’t seen them since.

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