LIKE PHIL (E A D G B E)
Like Phil, I took my shirt off in the backyard. I brushed my teeth in the morning sun.
I stood on the grass and watched roots grow from my toes and sink into the earth. We were happy there.
Later at the pub I was glad to have someone to talk to. They shook my hand in the gaps of our conversation. Each time a little sweatier.
At home I took my shirt off in the bedroom. It smelled like beer and durries and handshakes.
I didn’t shower but I should have. I turned my phone off and I slept in.
And when I woke up I had deja vu. I brushed my teeth in the backyard and waited for something, something, something to happen.
I brushed my teeth in the backyard and waited for something to happen.
I brushed my teeth in the backyard and waited for something to happen.
I brushed my teeth in the backyard and waited for something to happen.
I brushed my teeth in the backyard and waited for something to happen.
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