so, there's a french guy sitting out back, trying to uncover some kin of mystery imitating the squirrels, and digging himself little holes. i ask him what's wrong with him and what he's doing on my property he just smiles and keeps on digging.
Reason for writing:
concentration is the path to peace
Birth sign: Cancer
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