Diary of a Fox

Entry 9

June 4
Its hotter than boiled oil out here. Our food is running out, shocker, and we're in the middle of a desert. Seriously.
Arizona is not California. At least we had beaches, pools, paradise on Earth.
I want to go home.
Let Anthony get them out of there.
If there still alive.
Guess I'm stuck with the five dumbados. About that frying pan....

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