Once, there was a fly that loved humans. She would spend hours every day just flitting from one person to the next, engrossed in the sights, smells and simple activities of each one. After a while, she could identify individual races, Asian, African, Caucasian, etc. Usually, she didn’t do anything special before setting out on her excursion, but there was an exception. She would put on makeup before visiting the Caucasians. She was a pretty fly for a white guy.
Once, there was a fly that loved humans. She would spend hours every day just flitting from one person to the next, engrossed in the sights, smells and simple activities of each one. After a while, she could identify individual races, Asian, African, Caucasian, etc. Usually, she didn’t do anything special before setting out on her excursion, but there was an exception. She would put on makeup before visiting the Caucasians. She was a pretty fly for a white guy.