We have a business. M quit his job (which he hated) and now he works for himself, and I work for him. We make collars. Or, he makes collars, and I help sometimes, in my unique and not that helpful way.
You're reading this, so you must have too much time on your hands. It's just my lame attempts to communicate with the world, or myself. What I'm trying to communicate, I ain't so sure... All resemblance to any people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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