His heart pounds against the womb of his sternum and ribs as an unhappy prenatal fetus would, inside an abusing mother. The man on the cardio machine tries to negotiate an historical biography of the bitch nigga Andrew Jackson, his untied shoes, and a tingling in his left arm at the same time....
at least it's not miscarriaged, he thought. Positively, as always. Where's my wine?
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