Yessir, we are talkin’ pure undiluted, unadulterated, and possibly unforeseen raw emotion. That my friends is what will take place when the great white hunter returns to his humble abode and finds me here. Oh, I won’t be here—on this ledge by the balcony—but I will be where he least expects me to be, and I cannot wait to see the look on his face when I show him my pearly whites. Read the rest of this entry »
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