I awoke to Dulce chewing on my bad foot.

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I figure instincts took over.  She is the hunter, and I am the limping wildabeast on the edge of the herd.

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Still, I informed her that she could at least wait until I’m all the way dead, out of decency.  She seems to have agreed.

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