Owl pellet |
Baby bird skull |
I took old Curves out for a long and amazing ride yesterday. I hit up the west coast at first, climbed a rickety old mountain and found some owl pellets. Rambled down to the southeast coast to a small beach town called Gujora. There, I ate ramyan and shared it with a scruffy beast. I ended up penetrating the security of a top-secret installation. I shrugged and grinned my way out.
Last night I raged in Okpo with my new baseball team. Go Invaders! We crashed some snooty French wedding party and ate up all the sweet sweet free food. The night ended well.
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