...like death! He just came in from his afternoon prowl, and I don't know what he's been rolling around in, but it fucking stinks. He must've eaten another squirrel. And now he wants to crawl all over me.
"Dude, go away, and come back when you've groomed yourself!"
"Dude, go away, and come back when you've groomed yourself!"

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