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Max walks like a horse. His feet are stumpy, clomping against the wood floor. His bones are thick and mushy. He loves me with his weight. We sleep on the couch, bodies sinking into one another, his belly as big as my apartment. One day I will buy a goldfish just to spite him.
Max purrs. He is content. One day I will purr as deep as him.
Max purrs. He is content. One day I will purr as deep as him.