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When Miniver said 'home', just in the way that he did, it gave new meaning to it as Pickles stepped in through the door that was supposed to lead to the patio, but didn't. He looked around at the condo, the living room with its small piles of clutter, the posters in frames on the wall, the bookshelf, the TV...
It was his home, sure. But it still didn't feel like Miniver was there yet.
"We gotta make this place yers as much as it is mine." He thought out loud.
It was his home, sure. But it still didn't feel like Miniver was there yet.
"We gotta make this place yers as much as it is mine." He thought out loud.