how to earn a boy scout badge (simple guide)

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The universe folded quickly and surely into the most careful knot by the shaking hands of the boy
scout. It does not earn him the badge he is seeking. he is crying; God does not answer, even to
a boy scout.                                                                                                                    I leave him there.


I have treaded softly, in an attempt to not make any noise for so long; disguised the sporadic and
terrified beating of my chest with prayer for your roll call to remain true. Others hold my hand that
holds yours, and my heart ties its own aorta around its neck.                                         I leave him there.


I still have bloodstains on my hands from when I killed the local cat. Before all his fur meet my
hands, I wailed. He turned and said, "Why do you force yourself? Why dine on shadows? Even as
you turn others away, you sob (the birds that even hold shitstains company refuse to look you in
the eye)." I held him until even his disgusted pity abandoned me.                              I leave him there.