It's raining today. Boss says his water rates are far too high, and look at all this water going to waste. You can't see me because I was swept away. Mum says great great great great grandad was an otter hound which is why she can swim like a fish. My family tree is very interesting and includes dear hounds and bedlam terroirs. Dad was a blue whippit (of him more later). Harri's dad was a faroe.
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