Boyfriend flew off to Chicago for his knife fighting thingy. Bratticus flitted around the apartment all night, eyeing the door and generally looking morose. I think he feels betting this morning, having hurp'd all over the goddamn living room.
Poor muffin. I never had a problem with living alone, and enjoy taking little me-time breaks. But
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