—THEY TRY TO GET ME DOWN BUT I KEEP LIVING

 

 

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Friday feels like losing a best friend, like a footbridge with rotten blanks tossing me down a rocky ravine. Friday’s dressed in onyx, gleaming like a slick. Her teeth are bared. She’s the hungriest one of us alive.