I love presents. No not the kind that you get on your birthday, or for Christmas. I mean the kind that people bring you randomly, for no reason at all. That means that for a minute they were thinking of you even when you were not there with them. Yup, that is why I always ask for presents. It could be a flag toothpick decoration thingie that was stuck in a sandwich just a little while ago, a pink plastic sword that was floating atop a margarita pierced through some sort of tropical fruit, a perfect pine cone or a flower picked on the side of the road. What ever it is, the persons bringing me presents were just randomly thinking of me when they picked up my little "treasure". And that makes me happy.
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