insert amusing story with vaguely sexual connotations here - perhaps one about seeing someone's penis in the sand pit or one from later in life, one that is about a sexual encounter that was exciting but that left me feeling decidedly insignificant.  Yes.  I remember when I used to write whole stories.  Beginning, middle, end.  I am aware that I have become internal. Random shrieks into the void.  Hello?  Are you there? Is there anybody there?  I will turn to fiction.  This is the answer I suppose.  That last post, ghost post.  Was the end of it.
 
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