Dear Tator Tot,
You have no idea how difficult it is to say "no" to you. Yes, I am admitting my addiction to your salty potato crunchiness that is a vessel for fried oil. The oil that lingers on my lips, the inside of my mouth and in the lining of my stomach. One day soon I will be strong enough to pass you by with a smile.
Love,
H. B.
H. B.
Day #9 assignment: balance an item on your head
Naps in Sunbeams.
(Note: There are several things I'm convinced I was in past lives;
Princess, opera singer, ballerina, eccentric dictator........ cat. -L)
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