Nasty, But Necessary
picking up poop, paying taxes
This morning, before it got unbearably hot, I put on my rubber boots, found a big old rake with a few teeth left on it, and started doing something I’ve been putting off: raking horse poop into piles. I rake, the Professor hauls it off. What a deal.
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