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It was awkward sitting across from her. It was like facing a total stranger. We had been good friends once, when we were younger. We went way back. I watched the water in the bong bubble as she pulled from the piece, up through the neck and into her lungs, following this with a raspy cough and bursts of smoke. She hadn't been the same this year. Well, she'd never been right, not since the beginning. She had always been heavy into substances, a little too heavy. It was mainly the depression, she had issues with reality. It had started way back, with burns. Being a mild pyromaniac it was a natural choice. As she played with the fire on the

The Cactus is Supreme and the Pizza is in the Sky When the Bears arrive all the Lemmings will die The Moose came with chocolate and sliced apple pie while the Ostrich danced in Yellow pants and matching Yellow tie The Leopard ate the Cactus and the party ran amuck None were left standing save the Rhyming Yellow Duck Now enjoy my Madness and my simple little fable as I lose my mind and try to find the Crocodile under the table.