No one sung to me.
No one was extra nice to me.
It's not fair.
Not only did She go out all day but when She got back She then went out again only this time taking Bumper and Him with her.
We were all alone.
I like wool. I like how it feels when I am pulling it out of it's lovely round ball shape and pulling it across the rug.
I don't know why she called me a Bad Boy.
I am not a Bad Boy....I'm not.
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