Hibernation
You can’t be diagnosed this year, silly.
Or in the winter.
You should hibernate.
Your neurons are fake.
You can’t be diagnosed when it’s raining, anyway.
You could plummet.
(Because we gave you tools to plummet.)
You can’t be diagnosed for three, five, ten years!
Silly.
You should hibernate.
You should hibernate.
You should hibernate.
Or eat dead leaves for ten dead years.
Whatever.
Find out that you’re meant to have a brain year-round.
The horror.
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