Almost food.

Throughout the summer,
I took care of it.
Okay ... maybe I forgot give some water?


Did I forget something?
Who knows?

But I was talking.
I told story of my life.

And I told what happens when it grows up.
I meant only good by telling the truth.

Would not have believed how that ended.

Go, go ... go away
and I'll stay without the pasta with pesto.
-Ari

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