No blinker didn't let me eat what I normally did, this time he gave me a plate of really sweet smelling meat and told me that when I'm older I'd have to hunt for myself.
I don't know what that means but the meat smells really good.
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No blinker didn't let me eat what I normally did, this time he gave me a plate of really sweet smelling meat and told me that when I'm older I'd have to hunt for myself.
I don't know what that means but the meat smells really good.