On the second day of desertion, MDS and I went swimming. This is not the type of swimming to which I am accustomed, where I am held everywhere and am expected to kick to move, but a swimming in which no swimming actually occurs. I appreciate it, unless MDS steals my ducky.
She quickly gave it back. That evening, we ate at a place called McDonald's where MDS climbed in a tower and I climbed on a cheetah, played the piano, and put my shoes on and took them off again. Oh, and we ate some food, too.
I slept much better that night.
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