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436 · 4 min read · 10 Mar 2020 · 28

Sunday

Chantal invited me to come and eat pumpkin soup. Actually, I don't feel like that, yes, it just dislike me. Though I've never eaten pumpkin soup in my life. I don't know what's going on there either, maybe she flickers in potato slices, to give me a reason to write another interpretation for the monthly challenge of Writtuvelarij, although I rarely miss such an opportunity I am stopped this time by a higher power: pumpkins I associate with Halloween, and I hate that horribly.

So I pretend I don't have time, that's a crooked excuse, you always have time, it depends on where your priorities are, and now they're clearly somewhere else.

Sunday evening late

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