If you were any prettier you would be a bright red balloon,

…and you would float off into the sky and I would only be able to appreciate you from afar,

…and I would want to take a bow and arrow and pop you so you’d come back to me,

…but then you would be all flaccid and not pretty any more.

So instead I will let you float away.

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