I have a squirrel in my apartment. And my landlord can't come until Monday. So, meet my new roommate. A few months back I returned to my apartment one Friday after hitting up happy hour with some co-workers to find the little bastard (I'm sure it's the same one) sitting on top of my record player. He looked at me like, What are you doing home so late, as if it were a spurned lover or we had plans that I was shirking. And now he's back with a new mission ...
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Good luck racers!
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