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He looks like he's about to cry

over a deer that got hit out in Montauk

that he didn't even really know,

and I can't relate to this,

so I already don't like him,

but he'll be gone soon,

or at least gone from me,

but in truth,

this doesn't make me feel

any better,

or scarier still,

this doesn't make me feel

any worse either,

so I slouch down in my seat

and accept my new role,

sitting on one hundred pins

with a bowl full of

delicious red cherries.