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If he finds me in here with shit on my lips, he'll be disgusted.
I'm walking home from work.
I smell like syrup. I want to eat myself, in order to disappear.
My slime is soaking through my clothes. People look at me. They laugh to themselves, making their disgust obvious. They can smell me walk by. I love my smell, but I don't blame them for hating it. I'm repulsive.
