"Do the right thing"
I get stuck at my kitchen counter laughing at a single instagram reel, write a poem about it on the way to work. Link in bio.
She is holding too much, of course, and the door is closing on her. The box on top falls, its contents shatter. She does the right thing. She cries for help. And he comes running. But he trips over the truck hitch. Blind and frozen by the pain in his shin and shame, most likely, he is unable—she does the right thing, yells, help! What are you doing? She holds her curse words in the back of her…
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