Congratulate me: I’m suddenly a mighty prognosticator of doom. (From humble beginnings, too… Sorry, Shirley! Sorry Lambchop!)
Last month I had a dream about an albino lion that wandered around the island starting fires. I’m not entirely sure how - I think his claws were made of flint or something equally nonsensical. The next day a house down the
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