I'm at the "crying because there's a pigeon I've seen basically every week for five years that I said goodbye to" today" stage of moving.
The chonky bastard man with missing toes has no concept of "Goodbye", only "peanuts".
The chonky bastard man with missing toes has no concept of "Goodbye", only "peanuts".
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I am so sorry you have to say goodbye.
Shame you won't see them again, would you still be close enough to visit them?