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The poor thing wasn’t gonna make it. I should’ve put it out of it’s misery. But I’m not built that way. In a moment of panic, & trauma, I catapulted it over the fence into the forest. When I close my eyes, I see his momma watching as his pain-wracked body fly to a cruel death. Nightmare fuel.
The poor thing wasn’t gonna make it. I should’ve put it out of it’s misery. But I’m not built that way. In a moment of panic, & trauma, I catapulted it over the fence into the forest. When I close my eyes, I see his momma watching as his pain-wracked body fly to a cruel death. Nightmare fuel.