My Diary

June and I decided to spend some time inside envelopes posted to different parts of the country – she was sent first class while I remained second.  I spoke to a lot of people with unseasonable frog spawn on their hats (the snowman played with his carrot).  I pushed the button in the afternoon and shot into a large window glowing like the eye of Polyphemus.  I knew the window cleaner’s daughter from a previous existence.

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