Bingo and rest home hook-ups with Alzheimer patients. It takes the right kind of distraction to make time pass in a way that is bearable. Some desire the heat of passion, nose candy, or sadism. I'll remain an old woman. To sow every cliché and slap happy face stickers across the awkward flesh maps that now line everything above and below my belt. To finally not give a fuck when I use it.
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