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Now if I have to give up chickens, that's what I'd like.
I can picture my life. Sitting on a snowy night in front of a fire place with him/her? On my lap, while I'm reading a book. Hot cup of tea with a four of biscuits. Two for him/her and two for me.
I would read out loud because Charlotte (that's what I'd call her) likes to listen.
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Tucker says, "And don't call me Charlotte."
