Why the change? What happened to make you jump back in your hole--run for the open arms of the big man? Did the wild wolf of the world take a nip from your ass, or, in a quick case of animal soul switchery, did you see your shadow and run for safety? I hate to be the doubting human on this one, but something smells fishy, and it's not last nights dinner.
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