my day to day play-log 🎭🔮🎱

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My dog enters stage left, tennis ball in mouth. I throw it for him and he recedes.

My forever partner laughs giganticalky from across the square and the sound spills through the window. 

I contort, in a pain relief. 

The ever present song is singing. 

I sigh and style my hair. 

I am complete. 

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