ALL THE DEAD COWS

[mr_murda_murda]

We’re driving down the highway, heading for Columbia City, when Mom’s cows die. We’ve been counting cows, as often happens on long trips, and a small graveyard scrolls by on my Mother’s side, putting her back at zero. My side of the car has barely had any cows thus far, and I smile as she “drats” and “darns.” Until now, I didn’t have a

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[jer333]

i sometimes forget how amazing you are.

[mr_murda_murda]

Aw, shit, thank you. I love ya.