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Toothpaste

Toothpaste

I worry that I haven’t brought enough toothpaste to jail to last us through our life sentence. Sometimes they let us sleep together on a narrow couch, where we hold each other tightly. After you die, I try to hug a guard who looks a little bit like you. He is nice, and lets me.

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