The desk

The desk

I sat at my desk. The pen sat on the paper. I breathed out and a hanger fell from my mouth. It landed and lay on the desk.

A duck descended onto the window sill. It looked through the glass at me. It had brown eyes like mine. One of its eyes were bloodshot.

I scratched the back of my head. My head crumbled. The pieces landed on the desk.

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