I haven’t met a George in 10 years.
Where did they all go?
George was a popular name once.
Now it’s not.
I miss George.
Every day I look out my window onto the frozen parking lot.
All I see every day I look out my window are old ladies carrying small boxes.
My mother once sent me an apple in a box.
It was a forlorn apple.
They carry them into buildings and out of buildings.
It is quite a scene.
It’s so cold in Linkyshire that people have become brittle.
I saw a car door snap in half too.
Some kids were burning rubber to keep warm.
All the animals have left town.
Some planets are actually like this.
I’m losing track of the days.