I got this shirt for my birthday three years ago from my dear friend Amanda. It was during the nail-biting period between the vet school applications and the vet school acceptances. I remember opening this gift, which came in the mail, immediately putting on the shirt, and then happily jumping up and down on a trampoline (burning nervous energy?).
It's a little snug and slightly sweat stained now (sorry--TMI?). Is it time to let it go? Hm.
Finally, to clarify: If I actually ran the zoo, I wouldn't let ALL the animals go...
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