Wednesday, March 21, 2012

If I could be Mountain Dew for a living, I would be Mountain Dew for a living.

He squinted his eyes and walked home at two in the afternoon when a lady asked him where a bike shop was.  He told her where one was and then saw a patch of flowers in a square of dirt inside a bunch of squares of concrete.  "Buttercup" was the term that popped up in his mind when he saw them, but he wasn't sure if that was a real name of a flower, so he Googled it later (it is a type of flower, and it is the type of flower that he saw). 

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