tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603811638255325322024-02-20T06:43:40.961-05:00turkey talesmusings of a frightened felineUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560381163825532532.post-55010498935129922252018-01-28T19:31:00.000-05:002018-01-29T11:41:34.366-05:00d is for dog<div>
for the past couple of months, i've been living in a cozy little apartment with this dog i'm supposed to consider my brother. </div>
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the thing is, i have five actual siblings out there somewhere. biological siblings. i've been apart from them for almost a year now, but i can still remember the feeling of being huddled up against each other while drinking our mother's milk. it was a safe, familiar feeling. one i haven't felt in a very long time. one i don't expect to feel ever again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0