A day in the life

... A day in the life Although physically aroused, my mind remains numb and without thought. It may be seven forty five, and the bus leaves in ten minutes, I do not feel rushed in my naked state as I moan to the bathroom, scratching that which is irritating. My attempt to smarten myself my self up fails, and I settle for stroking my hair on end, no doubt it will be interpreted as fashion, not laziness. The pain in my stomach for the attention of something fried and greasy, is growing by the minute. I mustn't give in. Bond wouldn't give in. Oh no, he would remain strong in the face of adversity, stiff upper lip and all that, then he'd make love with the gorgeous, virginal, man-hating lesbian, whom he entrances with but a flick of an eyebrow and a sharp quip. But I am not Bond, contrary to what

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