Uncouthly, he stumbles into my bed at aam. This has become the status
on as of late. Pathetic. I sniff the air for any clues about his evening"
where he' s been, who he' s been witha- but he seemed to have cleaned
himself up. Typical. He makes himself comfortable in my bed. and, like
the weak girl I am, I let him stay. It is at this point he realizes his
ravenous hunger (a side effect of his tiring night of god knows what), He
leans in so close I can feel his breathing on my face, His expectations for
me to fulfill his hunger are expressed in one word: meow.
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