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desperance...is that now, of course, he wants them. When I have them, he thinks they should be his.
Things have come to a pretty pass, say I, when I draw the dish of wasabi peas closer to my keyboard, simply to stop him sticking his damn pretty head in it - and he just stretches out a paw and draws it back, closer to him.
And I, of course, crack up laughing. I am putty in his paws.
Things have come to a pretty pass, say I, when I draw the dish of wasabi peas closer to my keyboard, simply to stop him sticking his damn pretty head in it - and he just stretches out a paw and draws it back, closer to him.
And I, of course, crack up laughing. I am putty in his paws.