July 11, 2015

“I sat in a room with an old mannequin named Phil. Phil was the remnant of mid-20th century atomic testing. His clothing was mostly burned off and he wore the remnants of a suit and tie. He was a sad mannequin in a depressing marriage. I found Phil sitting on a bed with his back so straight, the posture seemed unnatural. He never moved. When I finally sat beside him, he lost his balance and fell onto me.”

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