i feel like squishing that little ant.
stupid ant.
crawling with nowhere to go.
no promises.
just crawling aimlessly.
one day.
when he least expects it.
SQUISH.
bye ant.
then that ant would just be mush.
disgusting ant mush.
whereas my finger would return back to normal.
after a good rinse of course.
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