this doesn't make much sense but it can be done. oh, IT CAN BE DONE.

i was nine lying to my mother and singing in the rain. i'd twirl the red umbrella with the yellow ducks in galoshes and yell out in my tiny voice at the passing cars. "just singing in the rain. yeah, singing in the rain." i'd make up my own words. shout my own tune. play in the puddles. i remember watching the rain rolling down the car windows on the way to Wendy's. i could never eat there till i got older. i'd only eat McDonald's cheeseburgers. something about those onions. that red sauce. that ketchup. i remember i used to like those cardboard chicken nuggets with honey mustard until i started getting those hard spots of unidentifiable meat. i think that was one of the reasons i had to stop. well, it took me years to decide to live solely on a diet of bananas and meatless chikin patties.

i never asked for a pony for christmas. i asked for a poodle. i never got one. 
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