Tucker's bed is empty
Tucker's bed is empty with his white spread pulled across it. His absence leaves a limping sort of geometry. I keep leaning into a force that isn't there.
Tucker's bed is empty with his white spread pulled across it. His absence leaves a limping sort of geometry. I keep leaning into a force that isn't there.
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