Combs
Combs
I’d really like – it’d make my year, truly it
would – all the
plastic combs on
my chest of
drawers to
show me some
warmth and
friendless. It’s the least they could do since I
send them
birthday cards each year!
Copyright © Matthew Herfurth | Year Posted 2024
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