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Squirrelly must die.

At the desk, 8:14 a.m.

I've been working on the next Alex the Fey novel so I haven't had much to say.

Well, other than...


I went out with Rose. This is what we found when I got back.

We weren't even gone that long.

If the sunflower decimation doesn't convince you, check out this:

Yes, it's that time of year.

Squirrelly must die.