No slice for you, my dear.
I'm keeping myself under that glass dome.
Away from the weight of your hands.
Away from the mist of your words.
Away from the heat of your perusal.
Opaque friend...
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There are worn-out circular paths around that bush. I can't help it... venturing off has always been my nature.
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