Jul 2, 2023
And maybe it was the sheer absolute fuck-off ridiculous torment of the day thus far, but that, he was quite convinced, was the best hot chocolate he had ever had in his life. Nigel was by the door, staring out into the road in search of a tow truck with the unwavering stoicism of someone aiming to catch an elusive glimpse of, like, a fucking bigfoot. Antwan sighed, and pressed the hot chocolate button again.
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Flightless Birds of Parc National du Mont-Tremblant
