I named him Gerald.
He was just chilling on my window.
Not wanting to hurt anyone but the fly.
Which I respected, because I hate flies.
Flies are nuisance to my life.
They sound like bees.
And I hate bees.
Wasps are worse.
Anyways, back to amazing Gerald.
He crawled to the floor.
And just chilled there, under the window.
Just chillin'.
Enjoying his time of being alive.
Then my dog (Satan) came.
She murdered him.
Crushed him.
That cute adorable monster licked up Gerald's remains in glee.
Poor Gerald.
May he Rest In Peace.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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