31. Golden years

Not just the sun and sky. Not just the ocean. Even the rocks. They held hands. She turned to him. “Perfect,” she said.

“Which planet was this again?” he asked.

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We're not quite sure how it happened, but Belly Timber took a year-long hiatus. Yes, it was agony. The cats sought their revenge by clawing our rugs and peeing in our shoes. Sometimes, we went days without cooking and our kitchen appeared frighteningly clean. Shameful, shameful indeed.

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