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a man mops the floor.
He pours the syrup on her.
Her tears stain the floor.
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶8 days ago in Petlife
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Nicely done.
Awesome!!! Loved it!!!