For the small and innocent squirrel that I ran over this evening?
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! Yes, I am ashamed to say that this horrible, horrible claim is true. I have smushed, runned over, flattened, crushed, an eensy, weensy little squirrel.
The poor thing was so tiny, it had to be someone's baby. I grovel at your feet mousepads, begging
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