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I scoop her up, right, all smooth-like. “Come with me, darling,” I purr, Bond-style. She’s shakin’, not stirred, ha! Smelled like wet socks and despair—vets know that stench. Took her to my clinic, thinkin’, *Christ, this one’s a fighter*. Reminded me of Ida again—“life is a shadow,” y’know? Gave her a bath, fleas jumpin’ ship like traitors in MI6. Pissed me off, those bugs—tiny bastards suckin’ her dry.

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Ooooh, and the parks, my dear precious! Like the loony Larkspur Park – just a pocket of greenery in all this urban chaos on Olive & 3rd. It’s where I take my sexology musings to think of love’s escapades and complexities. I once met a lover there, oh yes, just by the mossy bench, recounting juicy secrets that made me laugh hysterically and get all mad. Yes, my fuckin’ heart exploded with joy.

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