It's been too long. Every time I get on to write a post, my mind goes blank. Either that, or my blank mind goes blanker. My one reader may be a little anxious to hear about my life nowadays though, so just for her...
My bread is stale, Butter. Shoe's not greasy enough to thaw me the way dilectible cow grease does, and das Gato doesn't even meow at me anymore. But hey, the Shoe's laces are purple, the Honey's sweet as tears, and Oppurtunities are getting fewer and fewer. I guess the sandwich is edible, so until it's not, the honey will taste like smiling tears, and das Gato will avoid getting stepped on... by the Shoe...
Sorry, readers. Spiel over. And in case you didn't notice, hidden in this code is a message that says 'Hey, we need to talk.' You know who you are.
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