With temperatures in the 30s here, M and I still decided to walk to dinner the other night. After we filled ourselves with Mexican food, we weren’t exactly excited to get back on the cold road home, so we stopped at the pet store to hug two red-haired cats with white feet, chests, and beards; to listen to the excited parakeets, finches, and cockatiels; to check out the tiny boa constrictors, the minuscule sea turtles, and the stacks of lizards.
We were especially jealous of the bunk bed of lizards because their aquarium temperature read a sultry 90 degrees.
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