The first morning we commuted together to work, before we could drive out of the neighborhood, our headlights (yes, you need them at 5 a.m.) illuminated a foreign object in the middle of the road. A chicken with her head tucked under her wing was sleeping in the middle of the pavement, but we barely disturbed her and had to pull around.
And east coast people think Missouri is country.
And east coast people think Missouri is country.
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