Plea...


I walked past this store on my way home for over a year. The little piggy sitting upright on the bottom, towards the left, called my name everytime I passed. He begged me to buy him. Made all kinds of crazy promises. Asked me to save him from a certain fate of fading in the daily sunlight which bathed him all morning long. I finally gave in and bought him. For my boys. Not for me. Yeah, that's it. For my boys. They love bacon...

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