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it's the little random quirks that makes a person more real, so here goes:
i generally don't pluck flowers off the side of the road because eventually they become wrinkly and gross and squished and that makes me guilty for killing an innocent flower so i try not to pluck them to begin with.
i have to sleep on my left side and i've been doing so since whoknowswhen and i can't fall asleep on my right.
those big round mushrooms in plastic clingwrap and styrofoam trays they sell in supermarkets secretly tell me to prod them. which is why i can't resist.
once those mushrooms are out of their packages they tell me to slice them. which is why i take pleasure in chopping them up.
i don't fold my comforter after i get out of bed because i think it's a waste of time since i'm going to unfold it again at night.