. I shouted "Hey"! a few times, which he would pause at, then kept waddling toward me. Finally got exactly across the road from me
over and started to scrape the stuff of my sneakers and munch on in. Needless to say, I was no longer yelling anything at this point, just standing shock still pooping
like
had gotten bombed but they are remarkably both bold, but un-aggressive. That must have been 40 years ago but will stay with me
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drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Thu 18 Aug 2016, 21:58,
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