snake ring

milano, it — three of the bed slats on thing one’s shitty single bed snapped in two and i was hoping maybe i could wander my way into a shop that sold bed slats. but you know who sells bed slats? not anyone. so really what i was doing was just wandering, full stop. but thing two, the younger one, was with me and so i had the job of having a plan, of being confident.

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