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5/22/2014 6:16:22 PM
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The sun stands high, and the dusty wind blows across the land. The very soil, burns from the light, and crumbles to dust. But even still, the lingering insect hoards arrive, to feast on those foolish enough to stay out in the cooler evenings.
And so now I sit, under the shelter of my abode, bombarded by heat and parasites.
I wait for the day when the skies will cloud over once more, and deliver to us a form of all too comfortable relief.
English
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Could i temp you a pop tart?
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I will take a pop tart, and feed part of it to the ants that fester at my feet, and enjoy my other half before it melts.
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What flavour?
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Gimme the strawberry.
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Enjoy. (:
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*vacuum cleaner sound*
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Soooo how was it?
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* gives strawberry pop tart *
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Makes me think of love bugs in a way, their first flight harpoons around this time of year, do people outside the South Eastern United States even know about love bugs?
