in my fantasies, his name is “nicky” and his job title is “laying concrete”

you know i can spot a fine wolf a mile away.
if it isn’t the back of his head then it’s the way how he walks.
i’m like a “fine pineapple whisperer“.
i’m watching the inuaguration of biden/harris and ^that white wolf randomly popped up in the crowd.
our eyes locked and…

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