No last words but a creaking, groaning sound. Of course you were always an ottoman. It was made. It was fabricated. It is made of cloth. It has no family, no friends, no job, no history. I was right. I'm always right.
It's an ottoman. It needs feet. It's an ottoman. Feet. Feet. FEET. FEET. FE-
May 3, 2025 at 12:31 AM
No last words but a creaking, groaning sound. Of course you were always an ottoman. It was made. It was fabricated. It is made of cloth. It has no family, no friends, no job, no history. I was right. I'm always right.
It's an ottoman. It needs feet. It's an ottoman. Feet. Feet. FEET. FEET. FE-