
GOODBYE FROM THE HERD
What did the buffalo say when his son left for College? Bison!
Got me right in the chest, that one. I was not expecting tenderness from a buffalo, but here we are. Let me tell you a thing about watching a kid leave. You spend eighteen years teaching them to tie a shoe and check the oil, and then one Tuesday they put a duffel in the trunk and the porch gets quiet. Wave them off, walk back inside, and go fix the side door like you have been meaning to. That is how grown men cry, sport.
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