So, I'm lying on the floor next to the chilla cage reading Deathly Hollows, and I hear some commotion. Looking up, I see that the chilla is being all active and stuff. She pauses, looks at me, then hops down to her hay bin. I bookmark my page and look at her for a moment, neither of us averting our stare. As if being all "rebellious teenager," she
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