Human Stories, Boldly Told
It came down to fight or flight for me when my friend's life was on the line.
For a second I feared my cat would end up in the wrong end of an alley between crap games and can concealers, but then something happened.
Neither puncture wounds, an angry wife or projectile vomit will stop me from protecting my Poe.
At daytime I'm but an easy-going, soft-spoken woman. But when time comes for strolling with my pit bull, the leash becomes my cape and I turn in to the Canine Crusader.
Have I ostracized myself from crow-society for eternity? Only time will tell.
When I lay to rest I'm haunted by devilish looking hamsters.
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