Wet Corduroy
Once I identified the metallic taste in my mouth as blood I was left perplexed by a remembrance of childhood. Why would this remind me of that?
A cozy nook good for lounging over steaming mugs and laughing with friends in wooly sweaters.
A small time cat lover and film school graduate intent on making a go of life in an outer borough well above sea level. I enjoy avoiding subways and doing my bit concerning the taxes on tobacco. A fastidious spell-checker, I've pissed away most of my twenties perfecting my record collection and forgetting all my Greek and most of my Latin.
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