I am a poor, poor soul. I am babysitting the reincarnation of Hurricane Katrina and his brother, the reincarnation of Stalin.
The reincarnation of Hurricane Katrina alternately tries to make me let him a) blow up a bottle rocket in his backyard (or lack thereof) and b) put his six (yes, SIX) cats in one room, lock the door, and let them fight to the
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