Flying Hippo-Turtles


      I guess we get kinda excited sometimes. I mean new things are exciting. New hands to hold, new mouths to kiss, but new things get old. That’s how it always is and how it always will be. Unless some cat out there makes a magic elixir that keeps us fresh forever but I feel like that would be like hunting for flying hippo-turtles, a waste of precious time.

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