novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- three dollars for twenty-five pounds. after tearing open the twenty-five pound bag, my mouth is met with dust. generic litter. davey knows it and i know it. i sprinkled catnip in the box by way of apology, and after setting him down in front of it, i straightened my back and rubbed my hands together, feeling the chalky residue grate between my fingerprints. 1:45 am - 06.27.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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