TragicTalesofTitoAndThuellisMCDONALDS. It was a dreary and drizzly Thursday when Tito and I were stricken with a torturous hunger. For days I had laid upon the ratty couch in the middle of my flat in a malaise, pondering my abysmal existence and drowning in a sea of suicidal emotions. Sweet Tito, my precious pet unicorn, was my only solace during that long hardship. He laid face-first on the ground oh so sweetly, his glassy eyes glued dead-set on my pathetic visage. So intensely concentrated was Tito that he never even took the time to blink away the flies crawling over his eye-balls. His compassion gave me the strength not to stagnate there on my coach and
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