One-Lined Poem: Pain
Tre L. Loadholt

You moved into L4, and you were, for the most part, an unwelcome, albeit it, tolerable tenant, but now you aggravate me all day with the noise of your expansion into L5 Lumbar Heights.

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.