Early morning chase this morning. Zing!
Those deer shall be the death of me. I can only hope.
Today it was boxers and momma's rainboots, with the first drops of coffee inside me, waking up my outsides.
Tomorrow I will bring pots and pans. Tomorrow I will wear war paint. Tomorrow the deer will know... it is war.
As for today, it shall be a fine day for
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