I had said earlier that a crip vs. kitti battle would be entertaining.
Hey, be cool.
Wildor is being cool.
Are.
No I am not serious. Because this place will not have a mayoral contest. Or a queen contest. Or a king contest. Not now. Not ever.
That kind old lady stopped the rain for us.
She said it would only make us cold, and miserable, and sick.
We thanked her and hugged her and she walked away smiling warmly.
I miss the puddles...
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