
When blood starts trickling out your nose at a party filled with wizened twentysomethings, how do you explain it without sounding like an ass: too much coke or too much booger scraping?
Answer: just simply walk away.
The indulgences of sandbox gossip and monkey bar romance. Timed microfiction and (rare) commentary by Thomas Wheatley. If you agree or disagree, have comments or concerns, send words and thoughts to tpwheatley (at) gmail (dot) com.
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