Tag Archives: Rory Fleming

My Friend Celery

My psychologist told me I was lonely and needed new friends. How could that happen? I lived in the woods and didn’t go outside. I had my dog Sally, but she couldn’t talk to me or anything. Later that week I was driving … Continue reading

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Passionista Failing

after the second date the date disappeared there was a whirlwind of girls’ faces I barely remembered then they were gone it wasn’t that my breath smelled I spent one hundred and fifty dollars on that jacket plan was followed … Continue reading

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