Whilst you sleep REM deep I clean up with open end of a cup the dead baby rat. Our cat is bemused. Why not eat it if we choose? She crouches. She sniffs. Did you forget to refrigerate this? I wince, my nose i pinch. I ready the cup, oh, look up. Spiders have laid their web over the corpse. They'll have to find another bed. Never let it be said you do all the housework for I have been hunting under the crawl space rafters. I guess this is your wedding perk.
Another winner!
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