For years, the PIT and the rest of Ricochet grew closer, like a bunion, and their feelings for each other grew. Feelings like rage, anger, digust, etc. But all was not well. It was a lovely morning when they all rode out. “C’Mon!” said the PIT, “Let’s ride out this way and look at all […]
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