Our other neighbors brought my adopted dad and mom some sweet corn the other day. What a fine gesture. The little blonde one who refers to me as “Donut” came along. People think she is cute for calling me Donut, but the truth is, that’s my secret code. I’d like to tell you what was relayed to me that afternoon by my little blonde friend, but then I would have to kill you. More to come…
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