The Giant Rooster

Walking to get ice cream at the farm is the only worthwhile thing in our town.




By the way, I hope you feel better.
Lunch is sad alone.
Well, regardless of my pariah dilemmas,
I hope you stop vomiting.

***Bonus! To distract you from your illness, here is my horrible, horrible, rushed English project. I got a few chuckles out of it... maybe.


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