Look at you sauntering by. I’ve noticed you hanging around here just as much as when she was here.
Your ginger unkempt hair is forever the same.
Just a walk-by today. You didn’t stop to look or smell. All you did was walk on by. You could be hiding in the bushes.
What’s the harm, though? I’ve known you to only get tough with those that are smaller than you.
You wouldn’t dare mess with me.
Is it her? Do you hang around for her?
She’s gone. Her smell might linger, but she’s definitely gone. What about that time you walked up to me?
You asked me about coming inside. It was strange. You’d said nothing to me before.
I had to go around to the back door because you wouldn’t leave me alone.
I haven’t seen you since then until now. You hopped the neighbor's fence and got a glance at me before you ran down the street.
Oh well. My day is empty, so having some sort of visitor would be nice.
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Rambler's Society
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