I'm friends with the Sun.
The Sun likes to chew on ice cubes when it's talking. The crunching sounds intertwine with words. It sounds like a song. And like with songs, I get caught up in the rhythm and melody and don't notice the words.
The Sun gets angry and accuses me that I'm not listening.
We don't hang out often.
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