Chicken 

the Life of Lo

Today I read a post a woman wrote about her pet chicken passing away. I cried because it was so touching.

Then I went home and ate chicken for dinner. It was delicious and made me really happy.

I’m not sure what’s wrong with me, but I’m pretty sure psychologists will come up with a name for it some day.

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