❝ The gentle cresting hills swallow them within a compass of gold, sunlight beating on grass in green to gold transition, fighting against the orange poppies wavering in the light breeze. It's the sunlight of an early summer, a heat not unbearable yet enough to swathe the surroundings in a haze of heat-- their patch of hidden valley bare of trees. If the picture had a wider perspective, he could then see the apple trees fringing the hills around the, but the central focus is the dark blue blanket spread out on the grass. There's food littered in patterns on the fabric, half-eaten sandwiches and plastic boxes of diced fruit and nuts; a plate stacked with strawberry cake and an assortment of sweets. They haven't gotten to that yet, having taking an intermission to relax from relaxation; leggos, two trains, and a book laid out in front of a small boy. At the edge of the blanket sits an open box with paint streaks and permanent thumbprints pressed across the metal, inside a spectrum of paints arranged in descending hues
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Peter-
Do you need blood?
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No, [ note he is not saying he got some at all...because he did not ] but if you'd like to show up to work any time soon, that is somewhat needed.
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I assumed I was fired, to be honest.
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You've heard this tale before.
But did you know she passed the plate
And had a little more?
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