Goodbye My Love

AS the building fell to the ground slowly, like a game of jenga, in the distance a jet could be seen carrying a large birthday present.

"Is it your birthyday?" I wondered," he didn't answer, focusing solely on the ground that was collapsing under our feet. Squinting at the package I could just about make out the label, it said, "you thought hiroshima was bad," now I'm a cow so I don't know what that means but I'm assuming it is bad.

"Before I go I just want to say something," we looked at each other in the eyes.

"No words," he whispered. With that he kissed me on my saliva dripping, cud spewing lips. It was the best kiss I ever had as the package opened revealing the head of a nuclear bomb.

I shall always cherish this beautiful day.

The End

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