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Again

Dear God or whatever, you can begin me now. Begin me on a whiteboard, a blackboard, anything that can be erased to begin again. My cookie was crumbling, my cookie was baked with bad blood. Dear whatever, begin me as if I were a dying fish on a far shore gulping alien air. I took myself to the edge, pecked at the abyss my chicken heart clutching a chicken-hearted prayer. Then a magnificent whatever, ate me up like I were a Chick-fil-A sandwich with extra hot sauce. Now I am ready to begin, I really mean it, I think.

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