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Which one?
The man who sired me is a drunk who moonlights as a butcher. Assuming he's not a zombie dad as well; I haven't seen or heard for him in well over a year. Good riddance to bad rubbish, I reckon.
The man who filled the gap breeds dogs for a living, much to my mother's dismay. She doesn't do well living with a breeder; she gets attached to the dogs and has a hard time seeing them go.
When the time comes and I have the time and space for a dog, I will definitely be buying one of his.
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I wake up in the morning more tired than before I slept
I get through cryin' and I'm sadder than before I wept
I get through thinkin' now, and the thoughts have left my head
I get through speakin' and I can't remember, not a word that I said
- Ben Harper, Show Me A Little Shame
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