
"Four legs good, two legs bad." This line is engrained in a sheep's voice in my head from a high school production of Animal Farm in which I was...bump bada buuuuuummmm: a sheep.
Tin House, surpriiiiiiiiiiise, dun’t want my story. This is the story that I love a lot and no one wants.
Don’t get me wrong, I love all my babies equally, but this baby I love a little more equally.



