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We Have Kept the Toads

Once we shared the same swizzle stick and paper plate, ate the casserole no one else wanted, but then there were the toads. The Atlantic flushed, hands were washed, the toads stayed to be reasons why. I filled a storage unit with them, at night I hear their forlorn croaking. I’m hoping they'll evolve, become less noxious. You kept your toads also, and wrote to say, their warty appearance began to improve the moment I left.

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