He's banging on the glass like a fly trying to get out. He's shouting, waving his arms while rapidly shrinking. Now he is the size of a fly. A few days later he keels over and dies.
Friday, December 16, 2022
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My glittery trail
He's banging on the glass like a fly trying to get out. He's shouting, waving his arms while rapidly shrinking. Now he is the size of a fly. A few days later he keels over and dies.
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