Epilogues: March 2019
We came. We marched fourth. We marched thirty-first, even. And now, we shall April.
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We came. We marched fourth. We marched thirty-first, even. And now, we shall April.
Fear not: our adopters have not taken to collective spontaneous combustion. What they have done is cause our hearts to grow at least 470 times in size.
If you like to sing-a, say, about: 1. The moon-a 2. The June-a and/or 3. The spring-a, you are in luck. May has gone, The June-a has come, and it brings you cat tidings.
Tra-la… It’s May, which means spring is about to get real. We’re talking dogwoods. Tulips. Hydrangeas. And kittens. Baby kittens. Bring on the brain-liquefying, IQ-annihilating powers of kittens and their nuclear cuteness.