This wee beastie is a token morsel for Mr. Daisy, and also the reason why on Friday night I slept well (I was at a friend's house in Columbia, where there are no pets, and no helicopters and no sirens).
Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
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Made me think of Thanksgiving.
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