This afternoon, we drove out to West Chester to run some errands and saw a few dozen horses, about 4 cows, and a beaver.  Every single animal made me cry like a big idiot because they’re so cute.

Moments like this make me hate my other half.  Up until him, I had a cold, blackened soul, and I liked it.  People used to fear me and they knew I had it in me to ruin their lives if they so much as thought a negative thing about me.  Now I cry at cute animals, stop to look at baby clothes in Target, and try to keep from stealing 4 year olds in martial arts costumes uniforms.

Damn him.

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