.(aka my testosterone smock.) stains so deep they can see no end. stains so many they can hardly be seen. wrinkles like gashes and dirt formed shadows. my fingers swim for the end of a sleeve. and i can't understand. it's just my dad's old shift. it fit him so well. starched rigid. firmly creased. he.
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