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He was a clever little turd. I remember when he figured out how to latch hiss teeth into the bottom of the door and pull it open. I never understood why he wanted to go into the bathroom so badly.
He always knew when he was breaking the rules... it always amazed me how calm he was, unless he was doing something that he shouldn't. If he was in an area that I'd tried to keep him out of he would always run off if I snapped my fingers at him. At first I thought he just ran off when I snapped my fingers, but then I tried it when he wasn't doing anything wrong and he didn't give a fuck.
I just wish that I could be with him... instead I'm stuck in this shitty town on the wrong side of the country.