So I'm chasing a dog that is quiet unconcernedly running into traffic and manage to tumble into the street myself. Fortunately, neither the dog nor I were hit by a car, although I rather feel like I was.
If I ever have access to a home gene-splicing kit, I'm asking asking for grace. A friend thinks I should have face-fronds, but I'd be happy having some amount of composure on land. I still suspect that some of my ancestors were part selkie; I'm fine in the water but like a bloated seal on land. Sigh.
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