I live with several under my roof. Their names are Molina, Janet, Yumi, Bonnie, Gogy, and Terrence. I feed them all by myself and bathe them one by one every so often. They always come up to me for hugs and kisses, and though I can't exactly figure out what they say, I know by the looks in their eyes.
These little ones I would buy toys for whenever I can, and I come back from work with the house well-kept. I have both them and our helper to thank for that. They know not to make a mess while I'm not there to see, and neither do they in my presence. They all get their favorite meals often because of that.
Four dogs and three cats. Who would've known this kind of family would make me happier than 'mine' did when I bore with them.
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Short Stories (reconstructed)
Historia CortaThis is a reconstructed anthology of the randomly generated stories I had in mind during 2015. (Read segment title for the list of unsettling content in each category)
