My car got a hold of some bad gas. No, not the kind from eating my garlic chicken soup thank you very much. I went to the same place I always go but for some reason, after I fueled up, my car started ‘lagging’ as my dad calls it. I call it a major freak out on my part. If my car fails, how will I ever get to the library? It is, after all, my second home. How will I get tot he thrift store or the antique mall? I think I need bunny therapy. Bunny what? You might ask. Bunny therapy. It seems to work for Rocket.
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Mmm, bunny, bunny, bunny. So good to nibble.
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