A Sole’s Revenge

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The last time I cooked tilapia in my small apartment, I was firm in my resolve to eat fish in restaurants. Yet, time passes, memories fade. The tilapia was bad, but this little bastard (only $2.95 -wild caught!) is violating every porous surface in my house. It won’t go away. I challenged it with slabs of slow-cooked bacon, open windows, Chanel Bleu. I feel like I have to give a little foot flip before boarding the bus lest the cloying mist enter with me. I was a bit burned out on the focus of my homework figure and lightly tormented from waking to stinkiness so I drew the odor of the passing days this week. Plus, I’d like to draw more from my thoughts in addition to learning techncal stuff.