I wonder if the sun will melt one day? Just start melting. We'll all be sitting down to lunch, stuffing french fries in our faces.. Someone will say.."It's raining." But it won't be rain.. It will be big gooey chunks of sun in the shapes of raindrops.. We'll run outside and stare in awe at the spectacular orangy-red scene. Until of course, on hits us.. and our faces melt too.
Reason for writing:
Ha ha ha ha..!!!
Birth sign: Aries
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