Today I am 5 days old.
That is very old for a snail.
I have finally reached the top of the flower.
Albert is looking beautiful today.
"Hello Albert," I greeted.
He rustled in response.
"How are you faring?"
Albert's petals fluttered in the wind, signaling he was in a good mood.
In the five days that I have been with Albert, he has taught me his language.
"You are so beautiful, Alfred."
Alfred's petals turned a slightly pinker color, meaning he is happy with my compliment.
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Snails
RomanceI like snails. This is a story of a snail Just to let you know, this is complete and utter balogne. It's stupid. It is a bunch of random thoughts put into words. Enjoy this work of art. Lol
