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Went to McDonald’s
The boy I liked was working
I dropped my sundae
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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 📚🪶5 days ago in Petlife
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oooooh dear! at least it wan't a latte! love this!
Oh nooooo! Not the sundaeeee! Lol!
Oops. That would be bad. Lol.