A man tries to reject his body so his body rejects him. It aches, it stinks, it smells, it escapes, it strives, it falls, it runs, it sweats, it stretches, it strives. Will it find peace?
Egg hides in bathrooms, dreams of deodorant theft, has unspeakable erotic nightmares. He smokes weed, but shouldn't. He can't stop sweating. He might make a friend.
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