Like I shit you not. This mucky, watery string of human spit slowly descended out of my mouth as I was pondering most succinct response to an internet stranger being plain wrong.
It travelled the chasm between my lips, witnessed the shape of my neck and landed safely on my tits where it comfortably sank into the fabric of my shirt.
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