We could have waffles with writing in heat activated ink. Toast the waffle, read the story. Then add syrup. Or powdered sugar and fruit. Really, the choice is yours.

When I was little, my mom would put me in a wooden playpen in the front yard, in just a diaper, with a piece of black licorice. An hour later, she’d take the hose and rinse me off before taking me in. Love black licorice to this day.

As foretold by the prophecy.

So much would change with ranked choice voting.

I feel like a short story or novella is needed for further clarity.

Interesting article. While I wish that the Superfund designation would change the results, I don’t think it will. I live in an area with several superfunds, and cleaning them up will be no small task.