All the way in on my hands in on my feet and shoulders
running again, and Better Than Ezra
I ran by a cat the other day, a gray tabby with a little white just under their chin like a goatee or whatever the cat community prefers to call a tiny beard, and while we spoke no words to each other the thought entered my mind that this cat and I are best friends. There was no reason for me to believe this, an entirely unearned fact with no real indic…
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