When I get to heaven, and I see a being of light, I’m going to ask him if he’s the urologist.
Hey, what is that over there?” and I pointed over your shoulder, and when you turned to look I scribbled my name on the bottom of page one.
A being of light for a pet wouldn’t be furry, but it would keep you warm—and awake at night.
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