My Queen

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I have kept a pet since I was 13 years old. 

She was fastidious at the beginning. 

She acted as if I collide with her. 

She didn't understand what I was pleased to do. 


Let me deal with it! I cried. 

Awaken by my voice, she turned away from me.

No, her still back told me, as if she said I had to follow her, no matter what 

Guess what I've got? I asked her the next day. 

Under the table, she looked up at me. 

Approaching her with a tame behaviour, 

Gesturing I'm sorry, I take your rules from now on. 

Endeavours moved her. 


She got into the light from the table shadow. 

Her tail pointed towards the ceiling. 

Enlightened by her approval, I followed her to her playground. 


Since then, I am the one who is given her rules, her credits. 

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