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Lucy weighs under four pounds, and does not give a fuck. Unless she thinks perhaps you might be mad at her.
Yesterday I was bringing my wife breakfast in bed—don’t get excited it was just a bowl of cereal—and Lucy followed me up the stairs. Often, I will let her into my daughter’s room, which is also upstairs. Lucy is my …
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