I have a pet I don’t want. I have this housefly that I’ve been swatting at for a couple of days. It’s been around so long now that I’ve developed a grudging affection for its survival skills. I can’t kill it anymore. I open the screen window and point to it when he buzzes in front of my eyes. But it seems he’s developed a thing for me too. Love — it complicates everything!
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