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What are you Thinking right now?

Guilty.

I ran over a dog.

Crushed her.

There wasn't space to move over, or time to stop. It was a convoy, at night, in Baghdad. Water and food for the boys.

That's...

So now, every dog is petted, every foal loved, every mare attended to. Sheaths cleaned. Whatever.

Whether or not this had an affect on my becoming Zoo, trying to make it up to her? I don't know.

So now, I can use my F-250 as a road block to allow a goose and her goslings to cross the road.

And deer.

And Elk.

When you read/hear about some jackass blocking the road for birds? Deer? Elk?

That would be me. If not in person, in Spirit.

I ran over a dog. So I made a decision.

Love first. Bad-ass, as needed.
 
I'm thinking of how quickly I getting home to help my gf get knotted and then us taking turns filling her up as my k9 and I swap fucking her sweet brown ebony knotty body over and over.
 

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I am thinking of willing my filly to my former trainer. He is one of the very rare examples of humanity who could possibly hope to deal with her.
 
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