So this thing about washing your hands?
Obviously you need to do it every time.
And if you don’t? I’m asking for a friend.
Perhaps I don’t shake hands with you anymore.
Yeah. That’s probably a good idea.
Feeling ancient, well beyond his years
Oliver groaned, stretched, and popped a few vertebrae back in place
So many stairs to climb to get to his bed made him shake his head
So heavy limbs, like they were made of stone
It made him want to just lay down here for all of eternity
Laughing, he thought he now knew how the dinosaurs felt