Tag: t-shirt
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WEDNESDAY MORNING

‘What the hell am I going to do with all this?’ Larry moaned. They looked at the warehouse full of box after box after box of useless merchandise. ‘Put it in storage?’ Bob suggested. The wind picked up and a scattering of bright read t-shirts blew from an open box and took off across the…
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THE HAND OF GOD

Why am I getting so upset? I don’t care about a little Argentinian who was good at kicking a ball about some grass. Why should I care that the signed shirt has to go? But here I am, tearing up at a blank space on the wall. The paint on the wall has faded to…