Hakui
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It's way past bedtime, but am sitting here, with Chaucer parked up on his armchair cleaning his tum. Now he sits up, ears at full mast, saying "hey who do you think you're looking at, and how about a carrot?"
There's a kind of mindlessness that's hard to get any other way than, well, just sitting mindlessly with your rabbit. Sometimes I wonder if he's doing the same thing - simply enjoying my mindlessness.
There's a kind of mindlessness that's hard to get any other way than, well, just sitting mindlessly with your rabbit. Sometimes I wonder if he's doing the same thing - simply enjoying my mindlessness.