Finn woke up today at 10. We went to Lincoln Park. There were two kids in matching sweat suits similar to what their mother had on. I thought it unfortunate for the kids that their parents dress them like they do themselves. Then I noticed Finn was wearing a pair of cords and a sweater not dissimilar to myself. Poor kid. He ran into a pole and cut his lip. That, my son, what you are tasting, is blood. It's slightly metallic and makes me think of plowed fields. I told him this but he just cried. He doesn't even know what a plowed field is but he knows what blood tastes like now.Finn is allergic to strawberries. It gives him a rash.
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Like plowed fields OR your mother's maxi pads. I prefer the latter.
It's nice almost-interacting with you like this, Mr. Mike.
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