Last night’s home-cooked meal (pasta and beef chunks) didn’t go over so well with Dachary’s intestines and I was sent to fetch breadfast. ‘Twas a good thing though, because on the way there was a dead dog up against the curb. He would have been a cute one too. I really didn’t think it would have been good for Dachary to see that now, so I decide to not mention it either. We’re sad about leaving the bikes. We’re not sure how we feel about the end of the…
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