The plural of octopus is trouble, especially when they get new running shoes that fit correctly.
The day is gray. Dry and cool. Life has been put into a box. All is quiet again. Oh — did I mention that I died recently?
The best way to check the ambient temperature is to take a bus to Ambia and ask around. Someone there is sure to help you. They're nice that way, temperature be damned.
That small puff of smoke on the horizon is my high school English teacher being incinerated by the natives, most of whom are not my friends and neighbors, though I do applaud their methods. And not a moment too soon. It's never too soon for this sort of event.
Taken in small bites, I'm tolerable, though I do trend toward heavy bleeding.
Suction seemingly stole my shoelaces, silently somehow.
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