There’s be an elephant in my room for quite some time.
Usually it stays in its corner, inhaling and exhaling softly.
This morning, however, it got up, walked over to me, shat on my bed, told me to get fucked and then went back to sit in the corner where it’s now sleeping.
I don’t want to smell that elephant’s shit anymore, nor hear it swear at me.
But I think it’s illegal to kill elephants.
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