Write four lines of prose about: hanging on.
So Max isn't quite clear of this yet, it appears. He had some rather nasty vomiting this afternoon that had us pretty concerned. But, as usual with him, he bounced right back within a few minutes and has been remarkably chipper ever since.
Not sure how much more of this I can take.
Heading back to the market tomorrow with a ridiculous amount of nectarines. We'll see how much of it we end up bringing home.
It knows it is not welcome here. It knows there are those who would do absolutely anything - yes, even that - in order to banish it from their presence for all eternity. It knows the pain and anguish it is causing.
And yet still it refuses to leave... still it hangs on.