Hole
May29

Hole

There’s a hole in my life. It’s about 5 foot and six stone. It grunts a lot instead of speaking in a case of early onset teenage strop-dom. Except when it talks non-stop about complete rubbish – hurricanes, electricity and the like – or sings very badly in the shower. It forgets to brush its teeth and leaves clothes all over the floor. Put like that, I’m not sure why it is such a hole in my life, but it...

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