On Christmas, I drive down 39th street with car antlers. I get to a stop light, and a reindeer pulls up next to me with detached human ears on its antlers. I never sleep again.
fiction | Tommy Tung
photograph | Pixabay
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On Christmas, I drive down 39th street with car antlers. I get to a stop light, and a reindeer pulls up next to me with detached human ears on its antlers. I never sleep again.
fiction | Tommy Tung
photograph | Pixabay
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