The remains of my paint. I can't get it out of his fur so he's going to have to have a pink tummy and paw for a while.He's exhausted from his earlier mischief.
I don't blame him, it's hard work making such a big mess in so little time.
Satanic Mills
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Huddled masses, yearning to be free Enslaved to needs of you and me Grow
our crops, tend our fields Underneath hard men who refuse to yield. Packing
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