But...let's make it a year til I see you again, shall we? Because this is the third time in a row we've got together, without an intervening interruption from your carefree brother, summer solstice.
I'm glad we were able to meet again here in the northern hemisphere, where things are the right way up and go in the right order. But, you know, absence makes the heart grow fonder. So how about this: I promise to stay on this end of the globe, and you promise not to come back for 364 days. Deal?
Also: today's lunch? fly in my soup.
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Waiter, I wish to report a cliche.
Winter? What's that? However, on saying that, I did have to wear a light sweater walking home yesterday evening...
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