Ted (merovingian) wrote,

I was at the sideshow today and there were so many displays. I've never been there. The last display was in a corner, in a cheap case of glass and wood. It was a display about me. It had photos of me, "fun" fact, report cards from high school, little knick-knacks that I'd lost over the years. There were little statues of me and my family and friends, all made of junk sculpture or matchsticks or carved soap. I felt flattered but stalked. I've never met these people before.

For the past few hours, ever since I left that cheap and invasive little display, I've been left-handed. Who did that?
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