by Ivy Dale 

Sometimes when someone’s talking to me (especially if what they’re saying isn’t particularly interesting), and there’s a mirror behind them, and the lighting’s flattering, I find myself fighting the urge to look at myself. I think, I look sultry when I listen. Sometimes I enjoy licking a Q-Tip, inserting it into my ear canal to the point where it brushes my ear drum, and spinning it rapidly. Sometimes I don't do a thing at work. I pretend to be busy all day, but I don't actually accomplish anything. Sometimes.


Ivy Dale sometimes writes fiction, sometimes nonfiction.

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