yeah, i'm talking about her. not me. i patrolled the yoga mat today, making sure that she was getting that core-work in. gotta keep her looking young. yes, i know what's coming...soon as she starts looking old she'll move to the top of a hill and start feeding strays. oh god, we already live on a hill! anyway, strays. that will not do. Plan A: get her in shape. Plan B: act retarded and attack anything that moves, even shadows. i got nuthin' on Plan C. i mean, you think i'm just hanging out but i'm worrying. shit is hanging over my head. and the pine litter, we'll it'll do so long as she's doing sit ups. i can already hear the ferals just scratchin' away at the door. dear god, i need a Plan C.
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