Micah fell asleep last night at our big, blue dining room table
and dreamt that he saw me flirting with Busta Rhymes.
Also: he continues to refer to me as a "vegetarian."
A squirrel in Boulder rejected soy nuts, because there was also red licorice.
And Katherine stabbed a jar of peanut butter through its red lid.
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