The story of my right ankle is a long one, and it used to be about why I would be a first-day kill in a zombie apocalypse, but this week the story about my ankle had a different ending. The wolf did not eat grandma, and I ain’t dead yet.
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The story of my right ankle is a long one, and it used to be about why I would be a first-day kill in a zombie apocalypse, but this week the story about my ankle had a different ending. The wolf did not eat grandma, and I ain’t dead yet.