“Feel the deepest shit of yourself” getting up slow; its routine!
“Not as bad as I…!”
“What is it?”
“Curving down my lower belly… It is a fu…”
“What is there on the other end of the fFulcrum?”
“Ambition. Me and the Great doubt on...”
“Faith up…”
“...by two notches. But who is this!”
“Is he there all the time?
“Yes. Whiner, frowner, complainer. Bent like a di…”
“May I suggest, Dinosaur? What on his/their back(s)?”
“Err… On their spines : you are never alright. Huh… Humm.”
“Smells of…?”
“Imposter, manipulator. Living on my allowance.”
“Ahem. :) My fees.”
I smiled, breathed deep.
“Much thanks. Let us have a cup of tea.” Said he.
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