Then he blamed it on the imaginary dog. Even he didn't believe himself.

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12/11/2011

Then he blamed it on the imaginary dog. Even he didn't believe himself.

"Sitting alone in the living room, Rich looked around the room. "Why am I talking to myself?"
"Why am I answering?"
He popped the last bite of celery in his mouth and sat upright letting his gas loose.
Pfffffft.
"Excuse me."
"It's all right."
"Why am I excusing myself when I am alone?"
"I don't know, but this is scary."
"Echoooo."
"Fuck it, I need some porn!"

Broken -- S.L. Carpenter (Master of Secret Desires)

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