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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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Finally, I get my takoyaki. It’s glorious! I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m happy again. But then, I spill some on my shirt. Ugh! Now I look like a hot mess.

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