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The Matchstick Man who doesn’t like the angel

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Image: Archer Iñíguez

Matchstick Man doesn’t like the angel and talks to him like shit. “It’s like working with an infant,” he says. Matchstick Man gets jealous quickly. I wonder if he’s feeling insecure and threatened by the angel’s innocence. And he gets angry when I say that the infant might be annoying but is cute. 

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This entry was posted in Life Story and tagged creative writing, cute guys, jealousy, theatened, Writing on May 26, 2025 by Delicto.

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