The Boy with the Rats
The boy with the rats was blonde, skinny. I don’t know why he brought them.
I wasn’t even sure just where the hell I was.
I was lying on a couch when a small, furry thing jumped up at my knuckles. I felt the small, stinging bites, and I smacked it in its rear. It turned, revealing the long, skinny tail.
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