Forty Six

Day Forty Six:

Once upon a time there was a moose who likes to drink a looot of juice.  There was once a popsicle caught in the wind, it melted, dwindled it did, then I thought "ha-ha--ha-haÈ because the popsicle did thaw.

That was Ceara s story contribution to todayès post.  Here is mine:

So there was this one girl who sat on my bed and she drank a lot of the beers, and then she talked a lot about falling on her ass.  I laughed a lot at these stories, we drank a lot of beer together.  Memories, fourteen years, that one time we sat on a curb and ate pizza.  Friendship is like a pirate ship, we did all kinds of things while sailing.

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