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Growing slowly there on the thickest, most leathery dermis this side of Keith Richards, it swells and turns red, like a tomato too long on the vine. Then, one day, forgetting, I throw myself too hard into a chair, and it explodes. That’s why I hate an ass pimple.



Gross. Yet strangely edifying.

It’s catharsis you’re feeling: you know what it’s like because you’ve experienced it before; your edification is an exclamation of sympathy because I have put your experience into words.

Happens all the time.

have you no shame at all?

K, he is redoubling his efforts to push you away once and for all…

If it helps, I’ve been sitting on this since November.