Yesterday morning when Michael went out to get the paper, he saw a baby opossum hanging on for dear life to the leaves of one or our bushes. It looked scared, like how the hell did I get here, and how am I going to get out of it? So, Michael just picked it up and put it on the ground where it promptly went completely limp - playing ‘possum - it
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