Peachy will drive her motorcycle thousands of miles across the country, she will go out on the town alone, she will meet and greet any stranger in almost any situation and she will tell you to your face exactly what she is thinking, good or bad, any given time or place. But do you know what she won’t do? She won’t go near a book with a dead bee squashed in it. One that may have been squashed in there and left to dry up longer then we have been working here.
Don’t even ask about the dead cicada.
That’s my friend Peachy. :)
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