F Around and Find Out Sricker
$2.50
The Encounter.
It was early, just before the desert heat rose to a boil. The coyote stepped lightly, drawn by instinct, by challenge, by something older than fear.
A flash of green—sinuous and silent—dared her to reconsider.
But she didn’t.
Tail low, eyes fixed, teeth gritted. She knew what danger looked like. And she knew it was often the most thrilling of dances.
This sticker? It’s not for everyone.
It’s for the ones who cross the line on purpose. Who poke the bear. Who meet the serpent with a smirk.
3” x 1.7”. Attitude included.
It was early, just before the desert heat rose to a boil. The coyote stepped lightly, drawn by instinct, by challenge, by something older than fear.
A flash of green—sinuous and silent—dared her to reconsider.
But she didn’t.
Tail low, eyes fixed, teeth gritted. She knew what danger looked like. And she knew it was often the most thrilling of dances.
This sticker? It’s not for everyone.
It’s for the ones who cross the line on purpose. Who poke the bear. Who meet the serpent with a smirk.
3” x 1.7”. Attitude included.
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The Encounter.
It was early, just before the desert heat rose to a boil. The coyote stepped lightly, drawn by instinct, by challenge, by something older than fear.
A flash of green—sinuous and silent—dared her to reconsider.
But she didn’t.
Tail low, eyes fixed, teeth gritted. She knew what danger looked like. And she knew it was often the most thrilling of dances.
This sticker? It’s not for everyone.
It’s for the ones who cross the line on purpose. Who poke the bear. Who meet the serpent with a smirk.
3” x 1.7”. Attitude included.
It was early, just before the desert heat rose to a boil. The coyote stepped lightly, drawn by instinct, by challenge, by something older than fear.
A flash of green—sinuous and silent—dared her to reconsider.
But she didn’t.
Tail low, eyes fixed, teeth gritted. She knew what danger looked like. And she knew it was often the most thrilling of dances.
This sticker? It’s not for everyone.
It’s for the ones who cross the line on purpose. Who poke the bear. Who meet the serpent with a smirk.
3” x 1.7”. Attitude included.
The Encounter.
It was early, just before the desert heat rose to a boil. The coyote stepped lightly, drawn by instinct, by challenge, by something older than fear.
A flash of green—sinuous and silent—dared her to reconsider.
But she didn’t.
Tail low, eyes fixed, teeth gritted. She knew what danger looked like. And she knew it was often the most thrilling of dances.
This sticker? It’s not for everyone.
It’s for the ones who cross the line on purpose. Who poke the bear. Who meet the serpent with a smirk.
3” x 1.7”. Attitude included.
It was early, just before the desert heat rose to a boil. The coyote stepped lightly, drawn by instinct, by challenge, by something older than fear.
A flash of green—sinuous and silent—dared her to reconsider.
But she didn’t.
Tail low, eyes fixed, teeth gritted. She knew what danger looked like. And she knew it was often the most thrilling of dances.
This sticker? It’s not for everyone.
It’s for the ones who cross the line on purpose. Who poke the bear. Who meet the serpent with a smirk.
3” x 1.7”. Attitude included.