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So I was feeling very proud of that fact that I am on holidays, and yet I still managed to do laundry, to go outside, and to wear clean underwear, because really I have no standards when I am away from work for all of four days, and then my brother came in with yesterdays kill, and started to skin it. Seriously. Someone is cleaning a dead rabbit in this room.
Anyone need a lucky rabbit's foot? Or even an unlucky rabbit's foot? Cause, you know, this rabbit was pretty unlucky, to run into the only two people in this house that are not, and have never been, vegetarians, and have the rifle to prove it.