hi, it’s me and otto

hi, it’s me and otto coming at you live from my boudoir. i like that word, it sounds so racy. which, really, my bedroom is anything but. unless, of course you consider a flannel-sheeted futon and a poster of soul coughing racy. otto and i, it’s gonna take us awhile to get used to each other. me and that backspace key just don’t seem to be getting along at all.

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