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| The bee that stung my adam's apple was long dead. I found myself visiting the hive almost everyday. I actually wanted to be a bee for awhile. I even went around saying "bzzz bzzz". | |
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| I realized though that I was a horse. It was such a heavy realization, and I knew that I was going to rear up! I backed up so as not to damage the hive when I came down. I guess it wasn't far enough.. | |
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| ... 'cus I ended up accidentally stomping the motherfucking guts out of every motherfucking bee in that hive. | |
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