It's Subjective“You’re gross,” the small child said. My first thought was, Yes, yes, child, I know. For I probably have many transmittable diseases yet to be discovered which I’ve passed on to dozens of whores by now, but the only thing that kept the thought in my mouth was the mud that turned “Yes, yes,” into, “yrfh flrfb.” Or something comparably eloquent.It's Subjective
I picked my face up out of the mud and sputtered muck, several times, before finally sitting up, elbows quivering from the effort to hold me. By the time I’d wiped the muck away from my eyes and mouth, I’d thought the speaker had
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