Roar, it is like 7 in the morning, and I just woke up.. this really needs to stop. So yesterday, I went over to my uncle's place, and of course, played cribbage. It was kinda sad; as it always is; but I walked into the kitchen, and it was bare. The beloved fridge that my aunt so loved, was replaced by an older one. There were no more cow knick
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