My #love stories have happy endings, because I stop the tales before dejection, dementia, and death occur.

“I peed on the floor to get hired. Now I’m the janitor. 
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“Were you aware that my sister looks like my brother? They both look nonexistent.”

“Does my face not look hungry? My mouth is the path and mouthpiece to my stomach…”

“I laughed so hard I nearly spit out my hot tea. The strange part was the fact t…”