I am too tired to write, but I will. Anyway. The other day, we went to the animal shelter and I saw a cat that I would like to get. He's 6-ish, has fucked up pug ears (from fighting), mutant toes, and meows like Edward G. Robinson. His shelter name is Bagle; if I got him he would be called Dracula. I hope they keep him around long enough for me
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