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... well Poal, what is /s/TheRestOfTheStory? (@Theodore_Kent with an underscore)

... well Poal, what is /s/TheRestOfTheStory? (@Theodore_Kent with an underscore)

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half a rotten apple she found in the trashcan by the bus shelter. "See? I'm eating healthy!" she screeched as blackened bits of god-only-knows flew from her mouth, covered in spittle.

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There were days the Man really regretted using public transportation. Last week it had been the furry in the bad jizz-encrusted pig suit and a leather harness, before that it was the 800-pound gorilla that wanted to use the entryway as a pole-dancing stage, much to the dismay of the passengers on the bus. But he really couldn't go anywhere else, this was one of the few places he could carry a briefcase full of cocaine and not get searched. No one checked the wrecks of humanity on The Bus, why would they? The Man settled into his seat, thankful for the oilcloth coat he wore, keeping the unknown stains on the seat away. He could hear the apple thing still gargling unintelligible words behind him, and someone up front was clucking like a chicken. One more sale, he thought, and I can leave this place forever.

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[very nice! this is why I started this sub... creative beginnings to so many worlds... what is The Bus? who is The Man? is how we react]

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I'm not sure what they are right now. I'll think about that and if I can come up with something I'll add it to the story.

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[don't stop there keep going!]

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Her soy orange chai cheese cake, whilst a tear rolled down her cheek because she was supposed to be on a diet for her New Years resolution. Her t-shirt with “I drink mysandry tears” seemed ironic...

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[don't stop there keep going!]

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...Portland’s latest food truck craze: the insect taco. She continued to nibble her climate neutral Beetle Carnitas, while fighting back tears. Instagram was offline for what seemed like an eternity that day; almost 40 minutes. Without the ability to again display her support of BLM, apologize for her whiteness, and condemn the factory farming industry: she was was being accused of virtue signaling by the scarved, pot bellied, thick rim glasses wearing, bearded men from the craft beer tent across the parking lot.

“Do I eat bugs for likes on Insta?” she contemplated. Her 4 year degree in gender studies hadn’t prepared her for difficult self reflections; as her strong suit is pointing out the shortcomings of others.

Thankfully her attention span is truncated due to a lifetime of ADHD, bi-polar, and anxiety medication. She realized that she had only slept with 11 new men this month, and so approached the man sipping a Bell’s Oberon and complimented his vintage Facts of Life tee shirt. She reasoned, “Instagram might be down, but my OnlyFans isn’t...” and a potential crisis was narrowly averted.

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[excellent work. love the Bell's Oberon line!]