Lost, believed dead, by my adventurous parents in the jungles of india, the neighborhood of Sultanpoor, among the ravines that intersect the banks of the Goomtee river, I was raised by a kindly she-wolf who adopted me and raised me as her own. I had a few problems growing up when the other wolves had more fur than me. But I have been helped to get over this by my therapist (who is a bear).
Monday, 26 February 2007
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