you know i really hate it when mom rushes me along in the morning...i can't rush things especially when there's so much to smell...there was a nice, dry crisp wind blowing and tons of tantalizing odors riding on the coat tails of said breeze...it was delightful...until mom said in that syrupy voice, "hurry up angus. focus angus. do your bidniz
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