Might as well remember it

I didn’t really like my last post. I didn’t think it was very good writing. In fact, the only parts I was fully on board with were the title and the last line.

To be fair to myself, I did write it while sitting in the Platinum Mall of the Metrocentre, surrounded by a steady stream of uneasy looking old men waiting for their wife to finish shopping and trying very hard not to accidentally make eye contact.

I really just posted it because I thought, fuck it, I wrote it now, might as well remember it. Nice concept, inadequately executed; better than un-executed, or so I’ve been told.

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