Mind pain likes to find
friends, like bodies, to share its
misery with. Womp.
There seems to be a recurring theme lately and despite my desire to put legs on my life, I continue to watch it roll around on the ground like an orange. I like oranges, but I prefer them with legs.
*Also, grammatically, I believe that last “with” is superfluous. Double womp.
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You would be correct, it’s a preposition.