close your mouth.
mucus drips from your mouth and falls onto the grey concrete every few seconds.
it might stop if you shut it.
the noise, too.
it's loud, too loud. sirens in the night, blaring past your window at 2 in the morning when your dead asleep but not asleep enough to not be woken by an ambulance.
you don't want to be an ambulance, do you?
you don't want mucus dripping from your lips, do you?
close your mouth.
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