They lived on paper then.
Stick man and stick woman. stick computers. stick work stick love.Stick lives stuck.
Something became red-real.
It grew and it bulged, more and more, and one day
It rippped through the paper.
A lip or a tongue or it could be a heart.
She saw it with her own stick eyes.
Now stick man has a red-real heart.
Full and juicy.
The paper is moving.
ba-bum, ba-bum-ba-bum
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