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sharp edges


The cat has a split personality. In the kitchen, he's calm and sweet and sleeps in my lap.

But once we let him out into the main room, all hell breaks loose.

He thinks dust bunnies are toys.

We have to bleach the futon mattress.

He has forced us to (finally) throw out our Christmas tree.

I doubt I will ever have children.

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