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Everything Evil

I yawned a few minutes ago and for a moment I couldn’t move.
My neck was stuck in an awkward way and I had tears in my eyes from what I imagine was pain.
It was only about 10 seconds, but it seemed like 10 years instead.
I took the time to think about things I was opposed to.
Like dying with my head stuck to the left mid-yawn face.
Or fat girls in booty shorts.
Or wasps.
I’m greatly opposed to wasps.
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