I call Chipley “My Little Man.” Or sometimes, I just call him “Boy!” He’s such a mess and is always running through one expression after another. Here he is looking for food on the table at Hemingway’s on the Marietta Square.
I call Chipley “My Little Man.” Or sometimes, I just call him “Boy!” He’s such a mess and is always running through one expression after another. Here he is looking for food on the table at Hemingway’s on the Marietta Square.
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