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I leave it to you with fondness. How you used to fill it on those lazy Sundays with fresh blooms from the neighbor's garden. You would blame the kids from across the street and we'd laugh as their dad chased them around the yard with a belt. And when they would die, as they were wont to do, you'd replace them with your paranoid king's fiddlesticks. He'd come out of the castle in a dither. But you always convinced him it was the handiwork of little green men --who looked very much like the kids from across the street. Ah, remember the fire and how we danced? Yes, my dearest captive --the face that launched a thousand ships-- I leave it to you with only the warmest sentiments. Love, Paris.
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Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 3:09 PM UTC
To Helen, A Handbasket
I leave it to you with fondness. How you used to fill it on those lazy Sundays with fresh blooms from the neighbor's garden. You would blame the kids from across the street and we'd laugh as their dad chased them around the yard with a belt. And when they would die, as they were wont to do, you'd replace them with your paranoid king's fiddlesticks. He'd come out of the castle in a dither. But you always convinced him it was the handiwork of little green men --who looked very much like the kids from across the street. Ah, remember the fire and how we danced? Yes, my dearest captive --the face that launched a thousand ships-- I leave it to you with only the warmest sentiments. Love, Paris.
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56/M/The Exclusion Zone
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 3:09 PM UTC
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