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Face

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When I was driving home,I kept having these daydreams of the windshield imploding.

Into the car.

I kept visualizing shards of glass blasting into my face.

Slivers.

A word I don’t get to use nearly enough.

Tiny tiny shards of glass, tearing through the tender face flesh.

Hundreds of them.

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noveltycrusade

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