Lurp was his ugly name and he wore it with a somewhat sick kind of pride, the way a big breasted woman broadens her shoulders as she glazes through the night, just because her glasses are smashed or maybe even a cell phone has been bashed. Nobody knows and nobody asks, as long as Lurp smiles and wears a stupid grin or an ugly mask.
Lurp was his ugly name and now you know.
Lurp was his ugly name and now you know.
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mercie:
update pretty!
metatag:
I have never been to Norway, but a little bit of that land has been transported to me through your story. Words have no better use than to grant a view into the life of someone else.