Prepare to sigh
His name is Inigo Montoya. We know nothing about his father. Prepare to sigh.
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Editor’s note: The following post comes your way from the grand Famiglia di Ducky. May we heed The Duck’s call to marvel and rejoice at the cats and humans who duck our expectations. Life — and Ducky — are so much more complicated and magical than we first imagine… — A.H.