Carriage Return


My heart feels like an 8 x 11 sheet with one too many typos, snatched from the machine, crumpled into a hard, angry ball and tossed in the general direction of the waste paper basket, which it has narrowly missed and has instead landed with a faint thud on the broadloom beside your old sneakers.

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