I am in the midst of a group of flying friends, at least they act as if they are my friends, so close as they are. I hit them on the head. One is staying, feasting on a grape that is on his way to my mouth. Welcome.
I do not like games, or, other people do not like to play with me, because one I fall asleep, second I don’t care if I lose or win, and third I go do something else on the side, like reading or completing a sudoku. Just a moment ago I finished a four star sudoku, it was so easy I must be a champion. I need to tell you about the father of our children. He has big hands and he is good at anything you can think of.
Two days ago I found a very beautiful coat rack made of chrome and wood, blocks painted white. It was a little bit wobbly so I very much hoped that I could repair it. And of course I could. He happened to have a spot on one of his lungs. They found out when he went to complain about his declining level of energy. He was very emotional when he told us but not afraid of dying. Today while we were driving to our holiday destination he sent us a message that the spot was miraculously gone, after only four days. He can do anything, hitting death on its spotless head.
The coat rack is from a Zero Design era. I also need to tell you about Kevin, I still have his violin case.
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