Putting Poultice on a Chicken
I’ve said this before, and I’m saying it again: my human is, in one word…quirky. It’s not a scary quirky, like she hears voices or runs naked around the farm calling on extinct Greek...
I’ve said this before, and I’m saying it again: my human is, in one word…quirky. It’s not a scary quirky, like she hears voices or runs naked around the farm calling on extinct Greek...
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