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Smile as warm as a sun, with bars - conversely - as cold as a polar midnight. GIVE ME A GOLDEN RETRIEVER GIVE ME A GOLDEN RETRIEVER GIVE ME A GOLDEN RETRIEVER GIVE ME A GOLDEN RETRIEVER GIVE ME A GOLDEN RETRIEVER GIVE ME A GOLDEN RETRIEVER GIVE ME A GOLDEN RETRIEVER GIVE ME A GOLDEN RETRIEVER GIVE ME A GOLDEN RETRIEVER GIVE ME A GOLDEN RETRIEVER GIVE ME A GOLDEN RETRIEVER GIVE ME A GOLDEN RETRIEVER GIVE ME A GOLDEN RETRIEVER

I lost my cat "Twerkins". If you find him, please scold him as you see fit for getting lost in the first place. He's a very big fan of lasagna. Don't forget to brush your teeth, kids!

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can you make me a potion? My local apothecary has banned me for repeated counts of public indecency and that one incident where a squirrel wanted help with entering the store and apparently I was overstepping the rules. Rude if you ask me. Apothecaries used to be such welcoming spaces, but ever since Penicillin started becoming more popular, these doctors and men of medicine preen like pack leaders but in reality they are naught but de-clawed kittens. If you can recommend an establishment which does not judge a person for their expression, a coin or two may lie in your near future. Cat friendly is preferred. I purchase only the finest and highest-quality potions. Price is not a concern; we all fear the plague equally and are in turn equally prone to purchasing its remedies

sometimes I look at the clouds in the sky and I wonder if they look back at me. like imagine if there's a big bunny in the sky and that hip hopper looks back at you with its beady lil eyes