So last week I was in Waterloo for a few days when the first snowfall happened. I was outside building a snowman (cardboard eyes ripped out in the shape of little circles from a pizza box, baby carrot nose, strategically chopped broccoli mouth) with a six-year-old when I saw an older man walk by with two young children. I was really captivated by the hat this dude was wearing.
It was so shiny and silky. It was a SKUNK HAT. My god, I didn't even know these existed. I then started to get really excited (for some reason) that he was wearing a hat made of skunk. Somehow it kind of incensed me with delight, if that's possible. But then he was gone and I sort of forgot about it, up until just now.
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