This had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now he wasn't so sure. The streetlight threw his shadow out across the intersection at an acute angle, its head reaching nearly home. He stood awkwardly in front of the house, his body listing slightly to one side. He could hear laughter come through the windows cracked slightly in the warmth of the pre-spring night. He lifted his foot, then placed it down again. Turning away, he wiped the snot from his nose onto the sleeve of his sweater and, disgusted with himself, walked back down the street to his home.
Later, after he had jerked off into a sock, he fell asleep still clothed. He dreamt that his teeth were falling out. In the dream, he tried to hold the teeth in his hands, but there were too many, and they slipped through his fingers one by one.
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