I'm reasonably certain
cow doesn't love me anymore.
Sure, I get hugs sometimes, but I never seem to get to go places anymore. There was, apparently, a party last week--and
he took the gryphon, not me!
*sigh* If my legs weren't stuffed, I'd so run away. Instead, I think I'll just hide under the blanket and angst.
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