Sunday... 7:29 am. I'm still curled up in bed, asleep enough to be dreaming, when the phone goes off. I don't check it, letting the caller go to voicemail. I snuggle back into the
My bipedal servants seem to think that I owe you an apology. I think they're wrong...but they do refill the hay nets on demand, and I believe that they have access to grain, even though they don't
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