Anytime I boil water I throw salt in it because I saw my dad do it once.
I tap on the window with my knuckles when telling someone to go right because my driver's Ed teacher did it. I always use the small fork because growing up the smallest fork was my mom's favorite. I have to think about how to write the number six because in 3rd grade I couldn't and my teacher made me practice.
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Glue Bound Glass
PoetryA compilation of cryptic, mind playing poetry. From the simplest nothing to heartfelt hatred.
