Maybe I need to be a polished person to write stories that are polished. Or maybe I just need to become a better writer.
I drive slowly on the wet highway because I think my car will hydroplane. I clench my jaws a lot due to these anxieties. Will a tooth finally chip?
It has been snowing much more this winter, as if we were all so impure and polluted that the sky couldn't bear witness to our wretchedness anymore. Cover them: cover their towns, roads, dirtiness, vileness.
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