Reluctant Love

The Habitrail stretched across most of my dresser. Hairy the hamster was housed in the plastic castle complete with tunneling tubes and a giant wheel he could run on incessantly. I would sit on the floor of my room and let him run around, always careful not to lose him under the bed or behind…

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Accepting the Invitation.

Ten minutes before I am even aware of the darkening clouds outside, I feel his brown eyes seeking my attention.

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