I hit a skunk today on the way to Kerbey Lane, and Rachel and I sat in stunned silence for about 30 seconds, during which time I may or may not have punctuated the silence by shouting "SHIT!" I just remember a lot of mouth-gaping. On the way back home, we named him Buddy. He was the source of a whole conversation, including lines like, "Wow, Buddy
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