It’s the claw! It’s the claw!

Is what Fletcher said to Max, as he chased him in circles around the living room floor!

It’s the claw! It’s the claw!

Is what I said to myself as I noticed my hand, once again, had seized up as I opened the door.

My brain likes to draw similarities with things I’ve observed in my life that makes shit like this funny instead of a miserable pit.

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