part 337.1 of a novel: the lump
There was a girl who I called the lump. She lived at 108 Hudson St. She did many things with her face. Sometimes her face grew a mouth and the mouth ate food. This is not uncommon for North American females in the post-millennial world. The lump’s face movements to create a mouth and consume food are not the reason why I have decided to make many efforts to ensure the face movements of other North American males in the post-millennial society are ignored and my face movements are her main priority. To clarify, the lump is the name I have given my present girlfriend.
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