i miss being able to hold you in one hand... now when you sit on my chest, i think i will suffocate and die... to think that you fitted inside a small basket...and now to deal with the bully you have become... you occupy the lone bench in the building and whosoever is sitting on it when you arrive, has to get up and make room for you, or be sat upon....
i miss you little sleeping baby dog... who is this monster you left in your place?
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