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A man has died and his chair, who can't understand why he's suddenly missing, is grieving. Hey I'd much rather see existentialist angst from old leather chairs than that pieface idiot looking for a girlfriend/job/life.I'm so sorry for your loss, chair :(
I would miss that ass too
OMG so artistic.
This is really sad, but simply and beautifully written. Sounds like it truly comes from the heart. If it's true, and not just an odd writing project, may the daughter (and hell, the chair and work boots too) find peace.
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