Yes sir I did. And yes I am. I thought you were playing me and sold it to somebody else. Then I saw that letter from post office and was like Damm. I thought you would have sold that by now.
Tight chains.
A=A
The perfection of life with a gun dog, like the perfection of an Autumn, is disturbing because you know, even as it begins, that it must end. Time bestows the gift and steals it in the process. "George Bird Evans"
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