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Mie 9/10 (live report #2 - part 3)


Talk about tall.
How tall are you?
Arioka: “My tall is 165 cm, but I tell everybody over 170 cm.”
Yuya: “I had a trouble for being tall. Step by step I disappear - positions should be transformed.”
Yamada: “Oi, apologise to me, Chinen and Daichan!”
Arioka: “I’ll punch your lights out!”
He made a fist and show Takaki how to hit.


Arioka touched Yama’s shoulder. He was holding Yama by the shoulders.
Arioka touched his shoulder very gently. He looking down at Yama very affectionate glance.

Today - Weekender

Beneath the Surface

Originally posted by twice-minatozakisana

Beneath the Surface

- Sana Focus

Word Count: 3246

“Yes, Ms. CEO! Right away!”

“Ms. CEO, I need you to sign this please.”

“Our new project idea is ready to be pitched, when you have time, please come down and review it.”

“Ms. CEO, there’s a call for you from the North branch manager.”

Who was Ms. CEO? Who could handle all the stress and responsibility that were associated with the position? Sana. At first, she may give you an impression that she’s a fragile and adorable girl, however, make no mistake, Sana is one of the fiercest and most determined individual that this company has ever seen. She is this company’s youngest CEO, and already she has increased sales by a staggering 25%. Sana might be a genius in terms of creating sales, leading a team, and spearheading any new project ideas, but she’s known to be a little aggressive. Everything she did, she did for the good of the company. To the employees, she’s known as the strict and scary CEO of the company. Of course, you didn’t hear about anything about Sana’s personality when you signed up for the job as her personal assistant.

“Is Ms. Minatozaki here? I’m here to be her new personal assistant? I was told to report here at the front desk…” You asked.

“Yes, she’s in. You’re the new assistant? Well, good luck to you, sir.” The secretary whispered.

“Thank you?”

That was weird… Let’s see, she’s probably in the office at the end of the hall. As you walked through the smaller offices, you noticed heads poking out of their stations. They were staring at you as you walked on by. You heard whispers and comments being exchanged as you neared Sana’s office.

“Ahem, excuse me? May I come in?” You politely asked after knocking lightly on the glass door.

“Yes, please come in.” Sana replied sternly.

“Hello, Ms. Minatozaki. My name is (Y/N). I’m your new personal assistant. It’s very nice to finally meet you in person.” You said with a smile as you stuck out your hand to her.

Sana looked at your hand blankly, and ignored it.

“Sigh, I’m sure someone’s told you right?” Sana said, going back to the papers on her desk.

“Told me what?”

“That I’m called Ms. CEO here, not Ms. Minatozaki. Since it’s your first day, I’ll let it slide. I’m busy right now. Your office is to the right of mine, over there. Go set up. I’ll be expecting my schedule for the day in ten minutes. No later than ten minutes. Time is of the essence. Now go.”

And with that, you were sent off to your first task of the day. Well, the CEO sure seems friendly, maybe that’s why everyone was staring at me earlier. She’s not rude or anything though, I think I can manage her. You started to unpack the items that you had brought with you when a few other employees sneaked into your office.

“Hey! Newcomer! How was your first meeting with our CEO? Scary right? I mean, she’s beautiful and all but no one can handle her. She’s like a rose, pretty on but thorny at the same time. Anyways, did she insult you yet?”

“Well, I mean, she ignored my handshake but that was it. She didn’t say anything mean to my face.”

“Well, there will lots of chances for her to say stuff in the future. We’re just here to welcome you and thank you for taking this position. The last person that took this spot really went crazy, the CEO was really harsh on her. We all felt so bad for her, so we’re here now to give you a warning. Don’t push yourself. If you can’t do this, you don’t have to.”

“Thanks guys, but I don’t think she’s as bad as you guys make her out to be. I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t say we didn’t warn you…”

You smiled to them and kept on unpacking. Sure enough, over the next couple of days, Sana had worked you over real good. Everyday you went home, you just ate dinner, brushed your teeth and got ready for bed. There was no time for television, or going with friends. If Sana saw you doing nothing, she would assign you more and more work. So you kept busy. Sana might’ve acted cold towards you but she never insulted you or picked on you. Everything she assigned to you, you were responsible for when you applied for this position.

He’s doing pretty well. He’s always available when I need him and he doesn’t object to anything. Well, this is his job. He just gives me a better vibe than my past assistants. Always smiling.

Three weeks in, and everyone knows you as the antidote to Sana. People commended you for your work and your endurance. They looked to you whenever they needed to interact with Sana, asking for tips to get on her good side.

“Job well done, everyone. You all worked hard this week, I hope you all enjoy your much deserved break.” Sana announced right before the end of the day on Friday.

Some whispers and murmurs spread around the room in response.

“Did the CEO just wish us a good weekend?”

“She’s never said anything like this before…”

“Maybe our CEO has a lookalike twin that looks exactly like her.”

“I don’t know if I can get used to this.”

Sana returned back to her office as everybody began to leave. You said goodbye to all of your friends and colleagues as they left for the weekend.

“Ms. CEO? Is there anything else you would like me to do before I leave?” You asked, standing at her doorway.

“Come in, sit.” Sana said as she reviewed documents and contracts.

You obeyed her and sat down in front of her. Her eyes were still scanning the papers as you sat there idly.   

“There’s just one little thing I need you to do before you leave, (Y/N)…”

“Yes, of course.”

“Can you please brew me a fresh cup of coffee, I’m going to stay here for a bit longer. There’s still some paperwork that I need to shift through, and some forms that I need to approve.” Sana said with furrowed brows.

“Right away, Ms. CEO. Are you sure you don’t need help with those papers? I’m sure I can be of some assistance.”

Sana finally stopped looking at the papers to address you.

“You did exceptionally well for the entire time that you’ve been here. I couldn’t ask for a better assistant. You should be enjoying your break.”

“That’s quite alright, Ms. CEO. I don’t really have anything planned this weekend, plus, the earlier we finish these things, the better right? You said so yourself at the beginning, time is of the essence. Anyways I’ll be right back with that coffee.”

Why is he like this? He doesn’t have to do anything. Just go home like everyone else. I don’t know how to respond to you. Always so positive and uplifting. Sigh, why does my heart beat faster every time I think about him?

That afternoon, you stayed with Sana, helping her with her duties until eleven. She drove you home to compensate you for your time, and wished you a great weekend. Sana drove home that night with conflicted emotions, she didn’t know how to feel towards you. You were so kind, so helpful, despite how she treated you. From a professional standpoint, she knew that she shouldn’t feel this way but she just couldn’t help it. The following week, there was a party planned for Friday, by Jennie. Everyone adored Jennie, she was caring, thoughtful, and nice. The complete opposite of Sana. So when she invited you to her party, you thought why not? The only person that wasn’t invited, was Sana. Jennie had said that Ms. CEO was always so serious, and she never has the time to mingle with common folk like you and herself. Despite Jennie saying that, you still felt like that Sana should know about this party, even if she didn’t want to go.

“Ms. CEO?”

“Yes, (Y/N). Do you need something?” Sana asked as she sipped her hot cup of tea.

“I just wanted to tell you that Jennie is having a party over at her house this Friday…”

“Okay. Is that it?”

“Yes, I just felt like you should know.”

“Thank you, but since you’re not the owner of the party, I won’t go. After all, they probably wouldn’t want to invite me anyways. I’m the strict CEO remember?”

“Right… I’ll excuse myself now.”

You exited room just as Sana put down her teacup. She was gripping the handle with excess strength, thinking to herself, of course Jennie would invite him. I don’t know why, but I feel so furious knowing that. Jennie attracts all of the guys. Sigh, still, I have to act professional. Once Friday came along, everybody was hyped about Jennie’s party, of course, they kept quiet about it since they didn’t want Sana to know about it.

“Ahem, (Y/N)? Can you come into my office please?” Sana asked almost shyly as she knocked on your office door.

“Sure, what do you need me to do?” You responded as you got up and followed her into her office.

“Close the door.”


“I just wanted to ask you a question before the end of the day, are you going to that party? The one that Jennie’s hosting?”

“Yeah, I didn’t have anything planned tonight when she asked so I thought why not?”

“Oh very well. Enjoy yourself, be safe. And uhm…”


“Nothing. Have a good time. Don’t drink too much.”

“Got it Ms. CEO.”

“You may go now.”

Everyone cheered secretly when the end of the day came, and people were leaving the building as quickly as they could. You peered into Sana’s office before leaving. She was hard at work, as always.

“Let’s go, (Y/N)! We need to go pick up some things from the local convenience store.” Jennie said as she hooked her arm around yours.

“Right, lead the way.”

Sana was finally home, she was completely exhausted. I wonder what they’re doing right now. Singing karaoke? Dancing? Knowing Jennie, she’s probably getting close to… ARGH I can’t think about that. I get so furious just thinking about… well, not him… I just get worried I guess. I need a drink. Sana doesn’t normally drink, and she absolutely cannot handle her alcohol. Still, she pulled out a bottle of fine wine and uncorked it. She poured herself a large glass and began to sip it as she watched television. Soon, she began to feel drowsy and dazed as she slumped against her smooth leather couch. Oh, my head… what time is it? Only one in the morning? Wonder if that party’s still going strong? I should just call (Y/N)… That’s exactly what I’ll do. Sana reached over and grabbed ahold of her phone, she had already had you on speed dial.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Heyyy, is this (Y/N)’s phone? I’m pretty sure this is his number…”

“Ms. CEO? It’s one in the morning… are you alright?”

“I’m completelyyy fineee. Just a teeny tiny tipsy. Just a little bit.”

“Well, uhm, are you feeling okay? Should I come and check up on you?”

“Well, well, well, aren’t you bold? Asking if you can come to a lady’s house at one in the morning. What are you plotting? Hmm?” Sana jokingly teased, her slurred speech stretching the words.

“No, it’s not like that. I was just worried since you always overwork yourself. I didn’t become your personal assistant for nothing.” You replied in a hurry, trying to explain yourself.

There was a brief period of silence on the other side.

“Is that it? My personal assistant?”

“What do you mean?”

“Come. Come to my house. Right now. Do you hear me?”

“Okay, I’m on my way right now.”

What is she thinking? Asking me to come over right now. She’s definitely intoxicated, I should go over and make sure she’s alright. That’s my job, yes, of course.

What am I doing? Inviting an employee of the company to my house in the middle of the night. What would he think?

“Ms. CEO? I’m here. Can you unlock the door for me? Ms. CEO?”

“I’m here… give me a second…”

You heard someone walking towards the door from the other side, however it sounded like they were having trouble, thumping and bumping into the walls. Finally, the door was open and there was Sana, her face completely flushed and she reeked of alcohol. For the first time, she smiled at you when she saw you.

“You’re here, (Y/N)! I didn’t think you’d actually come…”

“Of course I came, you’re completely drunk! What happened?”

You took Sana by her arm and guided her to her living room where you lightly laid her onto her side. She was mumbling something but you couldn’t make out anything. You grabbed the nearby garbage can and placed it near the couch, anticipating her to throw up at any second now.

“How much did you drink? Why are you even drinking in the first place?” You said as you struggled to keep her on her side because she was wiggling around.

“Just a little bit, I told you! What? I can’t drink if I choose to? You might be my assistant but you’re not my mom!”

“Sigh, you’re right, you’re right. Rest here okay, and stay on your side.”

“Yes mother…”

“Jeez… she’s a total mess.”

Sana finally calmed down once she rested her head on your lap. There you were, sitting on a couch in your CEO’s house, with your superior sleeping on your lap, at two in the morning.

“I can’t believe you went to her party… what did you do there? I swear if you and her… I won’t allow it… I’ll never forgive you…” Sana mumbled to herself.

“Ms. CEO?”

“Call me Sana…”

“Uh, I don’t know if that’s appropriate-”

“Call me Sana!”

“Okay, okay. Sana.”

“Yesss?” Sana responded happily, turning her response into a little tune.

“What were you mumbling about just now?”

Sana opened her eyes and turned to look straight up, straight into your eyes. She seemed sober now, no slurring, no dizziness, just a clear and direct gaze into your eyes. She got up on all fours on the couch and kept her eyes on yours. Slowly, she moved her head towards yours and before you knew it, Sana’s soft lips were touching yours. She didn’t kiss hard, yet she didn’t peck you either. She simply placed her lips on top of yours. After a few seconds, Sana moved back, with tears falling down her cheeks.

“Why didn’t you kiss me back? Why did you go to that stupid party? Why…” Sana cried before falling into your arms again.

Dumbfounded, you scooped her up and carried her to her bed. Your mind was blank, confused by what had just happened. After covering her with a blanket, you figured you might as well stay here and crash on the couch.

“Ugh… my head hurts so much… I shouldn’t have drank that entire bottle last night. What is wrong with me?” Sana complained to herself as she got up from her bed.

Sana was rubbing her temples, trying to relieve her headache. Upon entering her living room, she found you fast asleep on her couch. What is he doing here? Oh no, what did I do last night? All of her memories rushed back into her head, calling you at one, asking you to come over, and most importantly, kissing him and crying in front of him. I’m so dead. I can’t believe I acted like that. Well, what do I do now? Should I just leave him a note and leave? Wait, this is my house. Arghhh… oh shoot, he’s waking up, gotta hide. I’ll just pretend I’m asleep. Yes. Genius, good job, Sana. Sana tiptoed back to her bedroom and covered herself up with her blanket and faced away from the open door. You walked in, scratching your head and rubbing your eyes. She heard you come nearer and nearer until you took a seat on the edge of her bed.

“Are you awake? Sana?”

Who said you could just call me by my name? Oh wait, I did… last night. Jeez, just go away. Please leaveee, I don’t know how to look at you now.

“Well, I don’t know if you’re awake or not and I won’t stay any longer, seeing that you’re fine now.”

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Leave!

“I just wanted to say that if you do happen to remember anything from last night, that it’s not your fault for what happened. You were drunk and I know it wasn’t the real you.”

…It was the real me last night though… well, even if I was super drunk and had no control of my actions.

“When you kissed me… I didn’t know how to react at all. I was so shocked, having my boss call me over in the middle of the night and having her kiss me. To be honest, I wanted to kiss you back, but what would that make me? Someone who takes advantage of others when they’re at their weakest? No, I couldn’t do that to anyone. Especially not you.”


“When I first joined, people warned me about you. Saying how you’ll mistreat me and hammer me down with work. They say you’re just like a rose, hard to approach, hard to befriend. Over time, however, I learned that you’re someone that truly dedicates your entire being into your work. Someone that pushes themselves harder than anyone else. I don’t know how you do it, but it is just so admirable. I don’t know if I can work for you anymore after this, because there’s no way for me to replicate my feelings. Even if I like you too. Anyways, I should leave now. Thanks for everything. Sana.”

Sana felt you get up from her bedside and leave the room. Then she heard you walk down the hallway and exit, closing the door gently before leaving. What have I done? No, I can make this right. I just need to talk to him. He probably hasn’t left yet, after all, he doesn’t drive. If I hurry right now! Sana hopped out of bed and rushed to the front door. Upon opening the door, Sana found herself face to face with you.

(Y/N)! I need to tell you-” Sana began.

Without a moment to waste, you kissed her hard, pulling her head towards you with both of your hands. She was surprised at first, but then she closed her eyes and kissed you back. She wrapped her arms around your neck as you wrapped yours around her slender waist.

“I’m sorry, what were you going to say, Ms. CEO?” You joked, smiling afterwards.

“I was going to say, before you rudely interrupted me, that you are officially fired.”

“I’m fired? So I don’t work for you anymore?”

Sana giggled while the two of you were still holding each other. She flipped her hair backwards and stared straight at you.

“You don’t work for me anymore. Oh, and, you can call me Sana. Nice to meet you, (Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you too, Sana.”

- itsmomorin

anonymous asked:

🎶 It's friday, friday, Harry gets down (on Draco) on friday 🎵 Everybody's looking forwards to the weekend, weekend 🎵 Friday friday gettin' down on friday 🎵 Everybody's looking for the weekend 🎵 Reading and reading and hey 🎵Reading and reading and hey 🎵 Smut smut smut smut, looking forwards to the weekend. (Though with the sextravaganza last week I'm a liiiiitle afraid that the angst is coming now.) (Oh and I think maybe it's not friday for you yet but a bazillion time zones away it is!)

It IS Friday for me (barely) and YES! THERE WILL BE SMUT!!!! HAHAHHAHA!!! @l0vegl0wsinthedark and I have *so much smut* ready for you, anon, it’ll make your eyes cross!

And we’re super excited about your enthusiasm!! Lololol. ❤

I know you
You were too short
You had bad skin
You couldn’t talk to them very well
Words didn’t seem to work
They lied when they came out of your mouth
You tried so hard to understand them
You wanted to be part of what was happening
You saw them having fun
Seemed like such a mystery
Almost magic
Made you think that there was something wrong with you
You would look in the mirror trying to find it
You thought that you were ugly
And that everybody was looking at you
So you learned to be invisible
To look down
To avoid conversation
The hours, days, weekends
Ah, the weekend nights
Where were you, in the basement, in the attic, in your room?
Working some job?
Just to have something to do
Just to have a place to put yourself
Just to have a way to get away from them
A chance to get away from the ones
Who made you feel so strange and ill at ease inside yourself
Did you ever get invited to one of their parties?
You sat and wondered if you would go or not
For hours you imagined the scenarios that might transpire
If they would laugh at you
If you would know what to do
If you would have the right things on
If they would notice that you came from a different planet
Did you get all brave in your thoughts
Like you were going to be able to go in there and deal with it
And have a great time
Did you think that you might be the life of the party?
That all these people were going to talk to you
And you would find out that you were wrong
That you had a lot of friends
And you weren’t so strange after all?
Did you end up going?
Did they mess with you?
Did they single you out?
Did you find out that you got invited
Because they thought you were so weird
I think I know you
You spent a lot of time full of hate
A hate that was as pure as sunshine
A hate that saw for miles
A hate that kept you up at night
A hate that filled your every waking moment
A hate that carried you for a long time
Yes, I think I know you
You couldn’t figure out what they saw in the way they lived
Home was not home
Your room was home
A corner was home
They place where they weren’t
That was home
I know you
You’re sensitive
You hide it
You fear getting stepped on one more time
It seems that when you show a part of yourself
That is the least bit vulnerable
Someone takes advantage of you
One of them steps on you
They mistake kindness for weakness
But you know the difference
You’ve been the brunt of their weakness for years
Strength is something you know a bit about
You had to be strong to keep yourself alive
You know yourself very well now
You don’t trust people
You know them too well
You try to find a special person
Someone you can be with
Someone you can touch
Someone you can talk to
Someone you won’t feel so strange around
You find that they don’t really exist
You feel closer to people on movie screens
Yeah, I think I know you
You spend a lot of time day dreaming
People have made comment to that effect
Telling you that you’re self involved and self centered
But they don’t know, do they
About the long night shifts alone
About the years of keeping yourself company
All the nights you wrapped your arms around yourself
So you could imagine someone holding you
The hours of indecision
Self doubt
The intense depression
The blinding hate
The rage that made you stagger
The devastation of rejection
Well, maybe they do know
But if they do
They sure do a good job of hiding it
It astounds you how they can be so smooth
How they seem to pass through life
As if life itself was some divine gift
It infuriates you to watch yourself
With your apparent skill in finding every way possible
To screw it up
For you life is a long trip
Terrifying and wonderful
Birds sing to you at night
The rain and the sun
The changing seasons are true friends
Solitude is a hard won ally
Faithful and patient
Yes I think I know you
—  Henry Rollins
Warning: Not A Harry Potter Fan Theory, But A Fan Theory Nonetheless

You all remember Rebecca Black’s Friday, correct? Well good, because get ready for a shocker. mmo-champion.com user Markluzz posted this interesting theory about the song, and I must say, I have never felt so deep about a Rebecca Black song before. Ever. Read on:

Did you think the song friday was just a normal horrible ear-bleeding pop song that was released a year ago? No it is really about the JFK assassination. Proof? Let’s look at the lyrics

7 a.m., waking up in the morning

JFK woke up at 7 am the day he died

Got to be fresh, got to go downstairs

He has to be ‘fresh’ to go 'downstairs’ which could easily represent he has to get ready to die, downstairs representing death.

Got to have my bowl, got to have cereal

When JFK died he declined to have sausage, eggs, and toast and instead ate Bran Flakes.

Seeing everything, the time is going

Everything throughout his day goes by quickly, his time to live is going by.

Ticking on and on, everybody’s rushing

A reference to the cold war by the sound to make it sound as if it says 'Everybody is Russian’

Got to get down to the bus stop

The following Monday (after JFK died) JFK was supposed to sign a bill that required public bus transportation for schools.

Got to catch my bus, I see my friends (my friends)

This also has to do with the verse right before it, same meaning here. However this can also imply JFK getting into the car he was assassinated in.

Kicking in the front seat

The driver of the car that JFK was in was named Samuel Kickin, see the correlation here?

Sitting in the back seat

JFK was assassinated when he sat in the back seat of the car instead of kicking in the front seat.

Got to make my mind up
Which seat can I take?

Shows his inner quarrels that say he should take the back seat yet he has a strange feeling something bad may happen, he is in deep inner thought conflict.

It’s Friday, Friday

JFK was assassinated on a Friday

Got to get down on Friday

When JFK was assassinated secret service yelled at Jackie Kennedy to 'get down’

Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Getting down on Friday
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend

Everybody is looking forward for the weekend to find out if their questions on the assassination can be answered.

Partying, partying (yeah)
Partying, partying (yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Looking forward to the weekend

This shows the irony and chaos of the assassination with things generally correlated as good yet also tend to be chaotic.

7:45, we’re driving on the highway

JFK is heading to the airport in this scene, because he did fly the day of his assassination

Cruising so fast, I want time to fly

Represents the plane he flew on to reach Dallas Texas with the word fly.

Fun, fun, think about fun

More irony of the whole assassination

You know what it is
I got this, you got this
My friend is by my right
I got this, you got this
Now you know it

'I got this’ represents Kennedy taking the bullet while 'you got this’ represents Jackie Kennedy getting JFK’s dead corpse, and now everybody knows John F. Kennedy is dead.

Kicking in the front seat
Sitting in the back seat
Got to make my mind up
Which seat can I take?

Same meaning as last time

It’s Friday, Friday
Got to get down on Friday
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Getting down on Friday
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend

Same meaning

Partying, partying (yeah)
Partying, partying (yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Looking forward to the weekend

Same meaning

Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today is Friday, Friday (partying)
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We going to have a ball today

Shows more irony of the situation, and the 'excitement’ that his death caused, although not the good kind. The ball represents the bullet that shot Kennedy.

Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday comes afterwards
I don’t want this weekend to end

Nobody wants the weekend after the Friday to end because there are to many questions, to much grief over the loss of John F. Kennedy.

So chilling in the front seat (in the front seat)
In the back seat (in the back seat)

Shows a repetition of the seats and their significance in his death.

I’m driving, cruising (yeah, yeah)
Fast lanes, switching lanes

The fast build up in the car to John F. Kennedy’s death

With a car up on my side (woo, come on!)
Passing by is a school bus in front of me

Repetition of the idea that John F. Kennedy was starting the public bus system for schools, and a car up on my side represents the assassin preparing to shoot.

Makes tick-tock, tick-tock, want to scream
Check my time, it’s Friday, it’s a weekend
We going to have fun, come on, come on, y'all

Everybody wants to scream, on the Friday, because JFK has just been shot, and the assassin has an inner taunt at the chaos about to unfold from his death.

It’s Friday, Friday
Got to get down on Friday
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend, weekend (we gonna get down)
Friday, Friday
Getting down on Friday
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend

Same meaning, yet more chaotic because now Kennedy has been shot.

Partying, partying (yeah)
Partying, partying (yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Looking forward to the weekend

Same meaning, more chaotic.

It’s Friday, Friday
Got to get down on Friday
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Getting down on Friday
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend

Same meaning

Partying, partying (yeah)
Partying, partying (yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Looking forward to the weekend

Same meaning

Mind blown.

The West Highlands were enjoying an unusually warm spell of autumn weather, and Algy felt comfortably lazy. As he was flying around his friends’ garden, he spotted an invitingly vacant deck chair, so he decided to take advantage of it while no-one was looking. He settled down in the soft sunshine with one of his favourite volumes of verse, but he just couldn’t seem to find the poem he was looking for…

Have a wonderful, peaceful and relaxing weekend, everybody :-))

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