FACT: While riding T-cells like small horsies, your childhood breaks into what might be described as tribal groups and rushes through your body seeking huge white, calcium-rich beasts to slay. They wear your memories as leggings, spurring forward with the sharp-bits of nostalgia and guilt. Hope and innocence are their jagged teeth.
FICTION: Your childhood is unstoppable and will soon overtake you.
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