Sure, it was a little different, being raised by wolves, but you somehow made it all work out. You taught me how to kill. How to drink Bud Light Lime with the underside of my tongue. Not to eat my own poop. How to lead, and how to love. I owe you everything, Mom. And happy Wolfmother's Day.
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