There are always puddles of water that stagnate beside the curbsides here. It doesn’t even rain all that much, but there are sometimes puddles that are the size of a pond and I watch as people parallel park into them and then have to hop to the sidewalk. It’s normal. People just hop back and forth over them like there was a storm or something when there wasn’t.
I’m eating a horrible breakfast burrito for lunch. It’s cold and tastes really bad, but I paid for it, so I guess I’m just shit out of luck.
I want to go home, wherever that is. I’m not quite sure anymore. I’m thinking mountains. I’m thinking clean air sans other-worldly puddles on the streetside.
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Did you see all the tadpoles in the puddle outside our place? There are tons of them just swimming in that muck.
i haven't checked, but now i will. how are they surviving? i'm going now. there are puddles.
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