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When i was a little girl, and while my father was in between prison sentences- he would wash trucks and go town to town selling shrimp for a private shrimp boat owner. My job was always the tires, i remember the arm and hammer, the crumpled newspaper with ink bleeding onto my fingers. My dad Read more
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I was broken up with by someone i still love and wish i could be with. So, i got a dog and started a blog. Naturally. i got a dog because i feel like one most the time. He’s a rescue, parvo survivor, very clingy, has lots of anxiety and had never really seen much Read more
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