I'll play you all the things I've got on 45

[sovay]

If I start to worry that my godchild has become too fifteen-year-old cool to express affection, I just have to remember that even after spending the afternoon walking me around the neighborhood in order to introduce me to the local cursed playground toy—it's a bathtub-yellow spring-rider duck whose manic cartoon eyes have mildewed with rust in a fashion suggesting that Fallout 76 is just about to ensue—and get a slushie from 7-Eleven that was just about the same color of Fanta Pineapple, after he had theoretically gone to bed he came back downstairs to show me his coin collection including wheat pennies and an extensive selection of quarters featuring national parks and notable American women. The Tarot deck doesn't seem to want to draw anything for me but major arcana: Venus for Love, Isis for Magic, Rhiannon for Movement. It's better than that one with all the swords we thought for a moment hadn't been reversed.