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My name is Mark Kent. Steal my lighter and we'll be on uneven terms.
Wednesday, July 09
I have been reminded as of late about this fear I had when I was a child. I was always afraid that there was some horrible monster hiding beneath my bed. Just waiting for me to put my socked feet on the ground so it could grab my ankles and pull me under the bed and eat me. Or wait for me to walk by and jump out and scared me.
Two days ago, this fear came back as I woke up for work, put my feet on the floor, and suddenly found my right leg weighed a considerable amount more than my left.
I guess you could say he’s my anklet?
When we returned from the camping trip, Vince said that one of the tenants had to leave for a month, and this tenant was Oliver.
So now I watch over a sobbing Dimitri night and day… day and night. He sleeps in my room. Waits for me outside every door. Calls me at work if he hasn’t somehow managed to slip into the car before I left.
It’s not like they broke up. And I really wish he would come home soon, because I miss being able to feel when my foot touches the ground.
If only I could pawn him off on Sasha. Even for one afternoon so I could go cat-hunting. Which I’ll save for after I find the perfect feline to suit my interests.
Now I’d better finish this before Dimitri has a panic attack or something.
.: posted by Mark 9:29 PM
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