About 73 degrees in Chicago this day, today being that, is when I asked her to open that can of worms. She, at first refused, as we had no can opener, I left our small loft, knocked on the neighbors door as I had done so many times before, explained to them that Jules had never opened a can of worms before, and a can opener was needed, they proceeded to let me use a spare they had, as they did not want it back after it had opened such a thing, I thanked them, handed them the change in my pocket and went back.
Jules seemed not that thrilled that I had actually went and retrieved such an item, as now I seemed to call her bluff. I handed her the instrument and she proceeded to open this can, which was actually filled with worms, this is when I asked her, "Please baby, do it for me, just let the worms feed..." She then had a look of disgust on her face and finished her duties, took a deep breath, and then let the worms feed.
And those worms fed,
they fed, and they fed, and they fed, and they fed.
My laughter became guffaws that night, that is the word.
Goodnight Jules, you were a good person once.
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