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My piss is ochre. A version of marinara sauce is still wet to the corners of my mouth. My butt is crept to the wall, so my stumps lazily reach to the sky. The day was that of hours. The sum, unimportant. $10.95 exited my account to arrive. I spent $12.82 on a coconut curry empanada and jade green tea that I had to watch steep for three minutes before it was in hand to make the day easier. A receipt  for vegetable sushi, yogurt covered animal crackers, and salted popped corn chips passed from her rusted hands to mine. I think I scratched her without apology, and the snacks kept me occupied for the drive.