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anatomic hearts are not an appropriate gift

Happy Valentine’s Day y’all. The household is up. Chaucer is laying between Shawshank and I, his chest on my foot, purring. We’d done the gift exchange before the coffee had finished brewing. I gave Shawshank a new hoody and some Lego, and he gave me a super slinky black dress and snacks. Now, we have…

gussied up

Good morning, world. Happy Thursday. We’re up, brought out of slumber by Chaucer choosing to hork right beside Shawshank’s side of the bed. He’s settling in between us on the couch, purring loudly. He’s a sweet boy. I had a very low-key birthday. Shawshank gave me my present, a snuggly giant hoodie. I replied to…

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Good morning, y’all. It’s my birthday. I’m huddled in a floor-length hoodie that Shawshank gave me before the coffee finished brewing. I’ve been up; it was a warm morning in bed, sandwiched between Chaucer and Shawshank. We had a nice, lazy Tuesday. Shawshank made me a birthday cake and played :p5r: for the afternoon, while…