Chatting with an old childhood friend the other day, I told him about a random memory I had. A few of us were playing Kick the Can in his backyard (taking a break from Baby in the Air, I guess) and another kid from across the street purposely stepped on a frog and squashed it. I watched uncomfortably as my friend, who was a couple years older than me, told me, “Those are its guts.”
Gross.
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