I thought we were fishing for whitefish that day. Turns out we were fishing for trust, for gratitude, and for proof that love ...
If I were to flip you the bird left-handed, which I sometimes do to mix things up, you’d notice that my middle finger is crooked, with a bulged knuckle. Why does it look like that? Catfish noodling.
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