Tuesday, November 8, 2016
Possessions
It's name was Tiger. He looked like a thrown up piece of crap, but I did not care how he looked to me. I liked the way his stringy hair bounced up and down as we ran all about. I love how he had the look of happiness on his shaggy lion face. But my favorite part about tiger was not his completion, but how he was a part of my wildest possessions.
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