I’m sorry old friend. I’ve had you for years and it’s time to finally go. You started up all peach and the soot hit you hard. I’ve burned you for the last time.
You were good to me though. Your blend of cinnamon peachy goodness went up my nostrils like my vacuum after I shaved my head. I enjoyed burning you most in the winter as I closed my eyes and imagined myself in a snow globe, just me and you. Too bad the summer had to come and melt us.
P.S. I just never understood why your woods were white. Why not green or orange like a normal woods?
Rating: 722/1000
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