So I saw this roundish-shaped brown thing on the floor in the corner of my eye, and instinctively greeted it with "hey.", thinking it was the cat. Needless to say, my coat didn't reply.
She makes funny "Broiink!" noises if you talk to her, to simulate a meaningful relationship betwen peers, where I don't have to feed and clean up after her. Who the hell is the "master" in this relationship? More like servant...
Yeah, that coat and I are pretty close. We've been through a few scrapes together, but have managed to stick together for the past couple of years. :) It's part of an unspoken relationship I have with my shirts, where I wash them, and they stop people from staring at my nipples.
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