pressing my fist to my cheek and cracking my knuckles searching my teeth for cavities with my tongue pulling at the inch of fat on my belly asking the cashier at the cheap theatre for two straws instead of one cause two straws in an iced tea is my favourite luxurious waste touching both the huge pimples on my throat at once one with the index finger and one with the middle they are painful to press remembering the time when i was seven and my best friend's parents had a fancy party with lots of meats and buns and cheeses we made sandwiches for each of us using up all the meat and cheese for the whole party on two buns and then spending forever forcing them into our mouths rubbing the grease off the sides of my nose scratching my head
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