There were frogs that were kissed, many of them. Slippery, untrustworthy, slimy, frogs. Frogs with girlfriends, frogs with bad intentions, frogs who said ‘chill out, we’re just frogs being frogs’.
You sat with girlfriends and told frog stories. Someone declared no more frogs. Down with frogs. I can’t do any more frogs. I am better off frogless.
This frog allowed you to be, who you wanted to be. It had nothing to do with fairytales, for he was real.
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