The spring, she becomes the summer. And the summer...well, she likes change, no? She sings it as a song in the trees and in the fields. She breaths it as a baby breathes the scent of its mother's breasts.
And so it is that I ride. Not forever and not for glory, but because I must. If you will wait for me, and keep your flower in bloom and relatively free of STDs, then I promise....I will return.
McParadigmatwork
_________________ This year's hallway bounty: tampon dipped in ketchup, mouthguard, one sock, severed teddy bear head, pregnancy test, gym bag containing unwashed gym clothes and a half-eaten sandwich
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