her bird somewhere. But where?
How do I know? Anyway, to the baby bird, the mother is nothing Kansas City Chiefs but a beak bringing food. A moles conversation: Carolina Panthers digging my way in further and further, with only my whiskers to guide me. Or else it was a heart-in-mouth dance Dallas Cowboys on wafer-thin ice. But a dance, for all that. I was strangely buoyant. I wanted to grab this chance to come to an agreement with her about our life together here after the apocalypse, so that I could push the dynamite switch anytime. But were not like the baby bird, I said. Weve got each other, and besides, rice is bubbling in the pot. A |
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