Better
September 17th, 2008
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He’s a scrapper, my Zeke. He greeted me at 7AM this morning, dancing.
“Good morning! I have to pee! Let’s go!”
He’s still unsteady, slow and sleepy, but the spirit is back.
He bit Sumner’s face yesterday when they were out in the yard, for old time’s sake.
“I ain’t dead yet, kid. Back off!”
