lightning bugs huddle beneath the blackjack trees- lights blinking in morse code. frantic messages encrypted with insectile mathmatics. i sit on the front porch feigning ignorance, the calculator hidden beneath and old copy of national geograpic. i have to be real cool right now. they dont yet know i'm on to them.Birth sign: Taurus
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