flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
Also, they’re ruffly. And possibly salty, based on the difficulty of cleaning.
Forget I said that last bit, it’s gross.
True, but gross.
Because swinging is super fun, but it’s even better when you’re dressed like a Fragonard painting.
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