I wanted to write about this guy in detail. Right now? Nope.
I can say these things, though:
He was one of three orphans I met near a woodshed in 2000. He was in the room in Palmyra, NY, when Mom and Dad and I assured each other that we couldn't keep him or his siblings. He, after hearing that, climbed my shoulders to the top of my head, sat down, and fell asleep.
He knew better. He knew he was home. They all knew.
We did, too.
-MJ
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