He sits on my towel in the morning and screams. Then I find him here. High above the barking yelping chasing. Alone, in peace, here in his socks. Burrowed. Hiding. Enjoying the silence.
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She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
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