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On Stuff and Things

24 Jan

I had a fish before. She was overfed. Murdered. The investigation is still pending. Despite that particular trauma, I do think of having a pet one day. Me, in my cute apartment (decorated by someone else, because I know nothing about those things), with my medium-sized dog. Probably one that doesn’t require me to run with it, of course, because I fear public humiliation. But moderately fun, super cute, protective. I would give it a human name, like Mr. Walter Smith III. Or Charles Barker. That’s a good one!

My sis promises to help me take care of Frederick when she comes to visit. I am to bring him home for something called a “re-potting.” I think that’s what she said, anyway. The question that begs to be asked: who would give me a plant? No, I have to retract this. I was given the plant as a gift; the givers didn’t know of my ability to kill inanimate life. Sigh.


Sincerely, Taj

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