...accidents aren't...

...Whilst walking down a Brooklyn block, my mutt and I were shocked. The following day, my love conveyed the reason for the episode from a friend in school. Needless to say, prognosis correct, downhill the health went. Upon awakening from the worst of it, well, "it" was over. "You take the mutt, I'll take LA.", not a fair trade, I feel. I'll deal with the wrinkles and vitamin D overload. Now love and friend dine together in the cold, sweat, stench and noise...with mutt. I like to look forward to see the sky, not up. But keeping the chin up is forward thinking.


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