When I saw some sitting around outside yesterday, I thought about how people might react if they've ever felt squashed, or like they needed to squash others before they got squashed, and how squash can be such a funny word if it's used in a certain context, and how it's nice that we have so many squashes on this planet because if they are prepared well, they can be quite enjoyable, but who is going to pay for the people who pick our squashes...???
Naturally, I went to bed with a headache.
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