Detained by the earth.
Lamenting the cloud’s freedom.
The jealous peaks stir.
How does it work?
Lovely job!
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The couch is very comfortable. So comfortable in fact, that it makes me never want to stand up again. I wonder if anyone has been crazy enough to have their own ass sewn into a couch before? It does sound painful, but you’d never have to get up ever again, and eventually, the pain of having your cheeks sewn to a couch will go away, and then you’ll be comfortable, basically forever.
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Lovely job!