it came out the mouth of the tube as i pressed the abdomen of it like some kind of disgorging small animal. the soft, pastel-colored paste curled out through the beveled lips where the cap screwed on & bent over from the force of its own weight, down to the coil it was making on the sink's counter. the curves of its body was piled up on itself in loops & race-track shapes defining a topography completely void of angulation. i kept squeezing until the tube had become flattened out and empty. all of the toothpaste lay splayed out like the inverse of shed snake skin.
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