Does anyone feel like they’re getting weirdly close to the animals they share their house with? Sometime last week, my roommate was like, “You know, Juno is like. Alive.” And I was like “Bro I KNOW THAT SHE IS ALIVE. I KNOW. SHE’S SO ALIVE. SHE’S JUST A TINY LITTLE ALIVE LUMP and she’s HERE and she LOVES US in the WAYS she knows HOW.” and they were like…
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