The Good with the Bad

I’m friends with the Sun.

The Sun likes to chew on ice cubes when it’s talking. The crunching sounds intertwine with words. It sounds like a song. And like with songs, I get caught up in the rhythm and melody and don’t notice the words.

The Sun gets angry and accuses me that I’m not listening.

We don’t hang out often.

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