The month was April. She wore this rain coat that had bright little polka dots all over it. Every time I looked at her in it I felt as if I was going to undergo some sort of epileptic shock. She was so happy to get a chance to wear it for once. It was sunny outside.
April soon became August. We would wake in each others arms to the blissful heat of the morning sun. I would tell her I loved her. She’d make pancakes. I wasn’t hungry.
December froze August over. I proposed. She shot me. She laughed.
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