This time last year,
you danced in my mind's kitchen,
all v-neck and Chic and disco moves.
But there is no context where that you make sense here.
Retrieving a torn down breadstick box from the floor with your mouth,
Is not in right now.
2020 has been... quite the time.
You never experienced anything like it,
but I think,
given your appraisal of the heatwave of '76,
I'll perhaps explain it to you thus:
2020 - Wore slippers all year.
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