5:30 AM.
The mist hangs low over green mountains. Houses look strange and lonely, but still friendly, in the grey light. The grass and trees seem a deeper, more vivid green than usual, and drip heavy with cold dew. The sky is already showing signs of a beautiful blue.
Why am I up at this hour, wearing only a hoodie and ridiculously short pajama shorts?

BECAUSE THE COW IS SCREAMING HER FREAKING HEAD OFF AND WON'T SHUT UP BECAUSE SHE DESPERATELY WANTS A BOYFRIEND.

Thank heaven for guys who make a business out of AI...
Yeah, I don't mean artificial intelligence (in fact, that abbreviation confused me for some years). Artificial something-else.
If you don't get it, don't ask.

OH MY GOSH SUMMER HE SHOULD BE HERE ANY TIME PLEASE SHUT YOUR FACE.

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