Italics is Anna, Non-italics is me.
I feel like a garbage bag.
I feel like a barf bag.
I feel like an airplane toilet.
I feel like a latrine.
I feel like a Port-a-Potty overfilling.
I feel like a Honey Bucket.
I feel like a B.I.F.F.Y.
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I feel like a sump.
I feel like a garbage disposal.
I feel like compost.
I feel like a hot circle of garbage.
I feel like Mom’s used hanky.
I feel a retainer fished out of the dumpster.
I feel like scat.
I feel like an owl pellet.
I feel like food on Poppi’s face.
I FEEL LIKE ORT!!!!!!!!!!
(This is dedicated from us to Shona.)
