Dearest date, regarding conversation about bureaucracy, democracy, or even squattocracy, bury it, demolish it, and squash it—because cracies give my cranium the crazies!

I appreciated his pawkiness via his presents in noting that even though I had no green thumb, I still could find happiness in watering picturesque blooms. ; )

A cup of Coffea for lazy day’s reads may not quite suffice, so, perhaps, a posnet of Camellia will better warm space uncovered by blankets, where arms and eyes tend to tasks amid air still temped at ice.

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When cat nip incites play that elicits a litany of scratches and me-ows, Greek kits, then, rub selves upon dittany before falling into dreams teemed with mouse.