Meet Crusher in this guest blog post by Eric For a few years, my almost daily walk by the Fraser River took me past a farm, where I would often see the proprietor sitting outside the little store they ran there. Wearing smudged jeans over rubber boots, the farmer would usually grunt in response to my greeting. I also saw a lot of cats.
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