Walking, talking, and giggles, it makes me laugh a little. The torture paused for now, I set myself free.
The coyote is out of mind.
The tacos are delicious, the conversation light. The door cracks open a little more, calling me into the night.
The lamb screams.
The one I had before is back... Very confusing. The one I have now pays little attention and does little to impress me.
The pig revels in the filth.
The flirt is short and sweet, with promises of future, but no morsels for the meantime.
Confusion silences the nuisance, and I smirk a little.
All's the same at my favorite place, the happy vibes of the longhaired tribe. My soul feels warm and electric. My mind finds quiet concentration.
Maybe here I'll find my humor, maybe now I can make them laugh.
The candle flame is fire, and the meal was cooked long ago.
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