Hello, blue, blue, blue. The skirt people are flapping their petals today but hey ho I am sunburnt, and stay-at-home and throaty. There's an amphibian working its way up from some subterranean hidey-hole and I don't think he wants to make friends. Go flip in the sun like a banana pancake was the advice and bake, bake out the ill like so many batter bubbles rising up to the surface until at last...go to. I am done.
Froglegs are for a summer day, all crispidy and tender. Were it not for unfortunate associations with class hegemony, I'd gobble them up right quick.
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