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Man, What A Day.

"I-I-I Lu-lu—ve Yu-Yu-You," I stuttered,
“I-I-I Lu-lu-ve Yu-You too,” I stuttered back.

The mirror didn’t care, it kept looking on
toothpaste splattered, fogged
with
a
crack straight up the
middle
segmenting one into two parts that
fall short of the whole
and
two little devils that dance inbetween.

"F-f-fuck off."