The kitchen calendar is still on June. June herself is a stalled boat at the lake. The page has curled a little from the steam. You've been meaning to see what October looks like.
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The fruit bowl has moved onto guavas. You must have bought them.
Something is circled on the fourteenth, in green. You only keep blue pens.
