Beloved
Squid considered Toast for many further days. Toast was an Edible which had touched Squid's life in a different way than others. Why, it was nothing like Fish; that which could not be cared less about. It was not like Leftovers, which were drinkable. It was not like Chicken or Meat, or other such things.
Toast was unique. Toast was buttery, burnt, risen, squishy, spongy, crumbly, and squarely shaped. Squid felt passionate about the precision of Toast and envied its evanescence. He longed to again fiddle with its spongy texture and oggle its squarely shape.
Squid missed his beloved Toast.
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We will ever know if Toast returns Squid's feelings? Tune in weekly. R&R.
