she found it coiled up under the refrigerator, having crawled where its own incessant BUZZING would be artificially camouflaged by the droning hum of the icebox motor. it was apparently hibernating, curled tightly in a little metallic ball, yet still wore its signature red booties on the ends of its countless appendages. she left a saucer of milk out for it and went back to bed.
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-Paint Bitch
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