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The Apprehension is for the Possibility

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Apprehension – Charlie Marseille (2026)

I have a feeling that something bad might happen. It makes me nervous. Like when you want to have a shit but you’re worried because the drains keep backing up.

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This entry was posted in Life Story and tagged life, storytelling, Thoughts, Writing on February 19, 2026 by Delicto.

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