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“And that’s why they call it a shot of whiskey!” Xavier said and groomed his whiskers with his front paws, so his round bifocals were jumping up and down. Talulah, a dove who had agreed to this speed dating event with great reluctance, looked at him with her left eye while trying to figure out if there was any way she could steal a look a the timer with her right. Not that Xavier wasn’t charming for an opossum. It was just that Talulah’s family history held several carrier pigeons from Oregon who had died in the line of duty.

Music pairing: Friend or Foe by Adam Ant


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