Sly Fox Sand Dunes you dj, i’ll drive

She sees the tears this time, it's hard to deny that he has feelings now. A needle-sharp pang of sympathy hits her heart, and she finds she can't turn him down; maybe because he's young, maybe because she misses her children. I won't ask about it again. She promises.

Looking to the dead bird, she takes another bite before coming to a stand. Eat some, and then I'll go with you. She insists despite herself, If you don't want to feel, eating helps. It was the best solution she knew; rice when she was sick, milk bones when she felt sad, cheese for bitter medicine, soft food when her puppies had to get checked. It always worked for her, and though this wasn't exactly the usual bonus treat it was something relatively different; trash bird.