What Flavor is Your Parachute?

So there I am, minding my own business, you know? And some chick walks up to me giving some kind of contact and she says to me

"Are you a tree trunk or a branch?"

I replied something typical like, "it depends on where your hands are, goofy," but I sure felt like saying, "golly, honey, I guess deep down I believe, or at least I think, that actually I'm a leaf. Probably a maple leaf, about two leafs from the outer edge, but about two thirds up, so I can catch snippets of sun when a good breeze pushes the others out of my way. Sometime around early September, a few days before my arteries clog. But you didn't ask me what season I was, did you? Well, I suppose the next time we get as bored as we are right now you'll probably ask me that, so I'm informing you now."

So there we were.


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