I can't stop sniffing Max's ass. It's something safe, familiar. I just want to sit him over my face and fall asleep, pretend I'm somewhere else instead of listening to the loud whirring of the bathroom ventilator and Rachael's shower going splishy-splashy.
I made the shirt myself, out of an old square piece of cloth I found in my mother's linen
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A Detroit Lion. :-)
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