If wolves are on the doorstep you must ask them to leave...if they oblige, please understand that you have not seen the last of their kind.
On a day where the sky is the color of dust and the winds swirl, steady and robust, on a day not unlike today, they shall return in greater numbers and they will not be turned away. Their impatience lacks boundary. Their hunger, impenetrable. These wolves have journeyed from far off lands. Your only defense is...Surprise Attack Jazz Hands!
Just kidding. There is no defense against hungry wolves at your doorstep. It'll likely just piss them off.
Today's Jazz Hands heard a knock at the door. Day one-hundred and ten complete.
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