Flashback kinda

It's a sweltering summer in a country town.
; I've never been there before ;
And I'm walking through a basement clothing store.
It's chilly.
And I'm going to buy a warm jacket.
; I don't care that I have a million of them ;
; I'm wearing three more on one ;
It's a sweltering summer. Yeah, were you hoping it would last?

; And this perky woman and her girlfriend ;
; Hanging around with me ;
She's telling her loud and laughing
That her little kitten accidentally drowned in the bathtub.
His head got sucked into the drain hole,
when she decided to bathe him and got distracted.
They're laughing so loud.

I felt like that kitten for a second.
Why did that woman stab me in the chest?
She knew this wasn't a private conversation with her girlfriend.
and could be heard by everyone in the store without people around.
Was she expecting someone else to laugh?
And maybe they'd say it was an accident, you're not responsible for the tragedy.

But she laughed so loud,
like she was telling a funny joke.
I keep touching the soft sleeve of some jacket.
I'm no longer hot or cool.
I have sunk into the drain hole of the too hot bathtub, plugging it with my cat head.
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Ouija! it is an unpleasant memory.
Guard me from my shock content, please.
It happened many years ago
and lasted no more than five minutes.
And long forgotten.

No. You remember it.
It's a wound that's been inflicted on you over and over again,
Every time you hear their fake laughter.
You don't carry it with you any further.
Just because it's hard for you to throw that garbage away.


Oke I threw away.
No.
Ouija, she laughed, I can't understand.
What is there to understand?
That blow from outer space was personalized for you.
By the way, there was no one else in that store.
You were the only one who heard that conversation.
But you didn't understand the parable of the event completely back then.
Now just throw it away and forget it.

By the way, it wasn't exactly about a poor kitten.
Doesn't matter now.
Not everyone who laughs is a kitten killer.

I almost boiled in the car that day.
The temperature was 60 degrees.
The air outside was hot.
I just wanted to cool off.
and the store had air conditioning.
But you bought a warm jacket there.
I agree, it's like a weird dream.

It was?
Who did you meet there?
Who almost killed you with one line, laughing?
While you were out in the heat getting warm things to wear?
You were safe, you weren't expecting an attack?
And that wound didn't heal for years.
You've been that endlessly drowning kitten with no one to help you ever since.

Ouija, I get it. Do you have any healing ointment?
You're covered in it from head to toe in three layers,
or you'd be dead by now.
Thank you.

It cut me on the side
As if.
Am I to blame for them?
I don't remember that.

You don't have to.
You just don't carry stuff like that around with you.
And you're never safe.
any attack can come at any time from any side and in any form.
Oh! What a quality jacket in this neck of the woods! Really, you're an idiot.


You left much more valuable items on the road,
so you could go light,
and now you're lugging heavy junk instead.
For years. Sisyphus, can your boulder be gold?
Okeydoke.

Why do I keep getting these stupid flashbacks while I'm working?
Well, the “where to get money” part of my brain must be temporarily running out of juice.
Ah! Fossil memory junk.
That's for sure.
But there are deposits of some very rare minerals.
I don't know. I've never seen them,
but it's just slag.

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