Monday: I hit a quoll in my car. My first roadkill. It writhed around on the road. I called Dad because I didn't know what to do. Then it died. Another car came screaming down the road and ran over it again. I was hysterical for 5 minutes and then it passed. I was even wearing my spotted quoll socks. I felt awful, and I see it everyday as I drive
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see ya in a couple of hours :D
Sarah
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