Another trip to the vet. Bad trip. They did the teeth cleening thing which I detest. Even worse, when I got to the vet, the wite rat was there, too. On the way home I broke out of the prison box becuz I hate being a prisoner, and I sat on the dash of the car and bellered at the top of my lungs to express my displezhur. Like it did any good.

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