They cling like accusations. You rip them from your socks, your dog’s fur, that stranger’s coat on the bus, muttering under your breath as their tiny hooks bite your fingers. You think you’re winning. You think you’re clean. But every barb is a choice you never made, every sting a route you never planned, every bluepr… Continues…
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