I will be a hot dog. I’ll spend my days lounging in the sun atop checkerboard picnic blankets. I’ll soak in the rays, and will become ultra tan. All of the lady-hot-dogs will like my tan skin, and they will rub oily mustard all over me to ensure I don’t get burnt. And nobody will eat me. I will be the perfect hot dog.
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