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she remembered long ago, when she had been a puppy. they would walk her down the street in west hollywood, talking about how small she was. neighbors stopped. “my god,” they’d say, “what an adorable puppy.” when she got home, there would be wet food. when she went to bed, she was safe within the shiny gold barricade of her puppy gate. she was never asked to sit, or to high-five, or to sit down. she was only asked to be adorable.

that’s not a puppy! hahahaha!