🦊+1 = WTF
It shouldn’t really be a surprise that I have never written about her. Because foxes sometimes need to keep their secrets, too. She is the one story I want to keep pure; she is the one secret I could never bring myself to fully reveal. Because reveling in those memories still makes me happy. And it seems somehow cruel to heartlessly release them out into the wild for others to consume. I would never want to be accused of exploiting past glories for the potential of gaining future shenanigans. Some considerations are meant for more gentle captivity. And I have been trying my best to respect those boundaries. Even though I would embarrassingly crawl on my hands and knees across 127 miles of broken glass just …
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