Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
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Genius! The resemblance is scary! I guess it's best to let her keep her mysterious thoughts to herself most of the time. You do a great job of translating her manifestos now and then, giving us a peek into her labyrinthine mind.
Your prowess with photoshop amazes me. So does Otterpop.
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