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first, jan the smell of the fire i drunkenly walked across last night is making me sick. i can't wash it off. i wanted to know: who burned me through my shirt with their cigarette? who stole my fucking sweater? these questions stirred inside of me, swirled, clouding, until i threatened to punch almost everyone's head in at the party. i used the phrase "punch your head in" multiple times, wearing someone else's sweater in recompense as i walked out the door. |