Sunday night

 

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It’s 1:27 am on a Sunday night. And I’m hanging out downtown getting drunk.

Meanwhile. At this exact moment. All my feral cats are clustering around my campsite waiting for me to feed them.

And I have a lot of delicious food for them.

But they’re just gonna have to wait. I wanna finish my beer first before I head up to my campsite

So those feral cats don’t control me.

At least not completely.

 

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