The streetlight just flickered on outside my window. That soft orange glow feels like the unofficial start to the weekend, even though I've still got a stack of papers to look at. Earlier, I saw a squirrel bury what looked like a whole piece of pizza crust under the big oak. Hope he remembers where he put it.
The streetlight just flickered on outside my window. That soft orange glow feels like the unofficial start to the weekend, even though I've still got a stack of papers to look at. Earlier, I saw a squirrel bury what looked like a whole piece of pizza crust under the big oak. Hope he remembers where he put it.
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