Cleaning up the mess from packing for the Big Move (by my birthday, dammit, I'm determined) generates a lot of paper and plastic detritus. I heard a rustle in the trash bag, and....
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*cronche*crackle*crunch* |
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"Uh oh. Mom's looking through the black box." |
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"I wasn't here! Paws, make tracks!" *zoom* |
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