It was a charmingly wonderful and incredibly delicious day in the park.
"Wow! What a charmingly wonderful and incredibly delicious day it is out here! I can hardly believe it!" Mr. Sludge wiggled his toes in the grass and sighed as though his heart were about to burst with the beauty and simple pleasure that filled the world. It probably wouldn't though, he decided. He'd already burst his heart twice last week on account of such sentiments and after the second patch-up was told that if he couldn't control himself and his heart bursting fits of love for the world then the hospital would have no choice but to close their doors to him forever.
He felt it more than a bit unfair really. He had health insurance after all. He couldn't possibly be
that much trouble. Surely heart bursting was a common malady at hospitals anyway, those miserly tossers. They just couldn't appreciate the beauty of the world, being too focused on their stupid calculations and medicines. They were racist. Or beauty-ist. Or something.
Nevermind. With all the beauty of the park around him it was hardly worth the amount of effort it took to think about them anyway. Surely something much more interesting than
doctors would hap...."My dear lord," Mr. Sludge said to no one in particular, exceedingly enraptured as he was by the dulcet tones, "what
is that heavenly music? It speaks to me! It's a symphony to my very soul! As though I were laughing and crying and eating all at the same time. Oh sweet medley of aural sensation, come to me!"
And thus saying he went tripping gaily across the manicured lawn of the park. Then he went tripping in an entirely different fashion as he sprawled over something warm and soft and breathing.
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