I live in a fucking zoo. I do, and I know that it’s mostly my fault but jezz. I get a call in the morning from my Boyfriend, its not to wish me a good day, or see if I’m up yet. Nope, it’s to inform me wither or not the dog shit on her morning walk. There’s a schedule posted on the fridge for who gets feed what when, and I'm not even on it. In
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