I laid in the bed of sheetless thinking
I reached back behind the dresser of food, and books of ink
The dresser was a plywood pile of wood in a sellable shape.
Over the plywood is a stensil of real wood making it appear rich
I peel the stencil off the back nervously,
wondering if they'll see this in the inspection at eviction
but not caring that much.
He had a nervous tick, the pile of plywood with satisfyingly peelable stencil was within reach
so it gets peeled.
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