From "One, two, buckle my shoe" through "Nine, ten, a big fat hen" it's a story of preparing a meal. Then you're suddenly digging a hole, though the fire is already laid. It's got to be a grave, because the rest is an illogical fever dream. Now do you admit that the world has improved since then?
the Daily Whale
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