There might be a road to get here, but it. After skirting the pool, I tackled my first of many trips to the buffet. And, the idea o.

So, feeling a little melancholy, I pulled in to my driveway, parked, went in and looked around for Jack. Jack was struck to unusual silence by the tale of loss and woe. And she was so pretty, sort of an orange tabby with short fur, on the biggish side, but not really fat. Ok Pete, I got the picture .

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