I just finished reading Lord Of The Flies. Then I realized the conveluted story I’m about to weave here has nothing to do with that book. Have you ever noticed that flies have the cutest littel feet? Like this one fly I’ve had a crush on since I was in grammer school. She sprained her cute little ankle falling off an apple tree. She could not walk, so I gave her a foot massage. The light returned back to her soul, and she sprang back to life. I do not want to spend another day in this life without her.