My heart cracked open wide. He was so ugly. And so mean. And I was already in love with him. “You’re coming home with me. We’re going to get you all the toys your black heart desires. And all the catnip. And you can sleep curled up in a ball at the end of my bed. X popped up from behind the desk, hair disheveled, and gave me a wounded look. “What about me? Where am I going to sleep when I stay at your place? I draw the line at sharing pillows with something that would eat my eyeballs if I stopped breathing for thirty seconds.” “You’re assuming he’d wait thirty seconds.” Harold meowed sweetly.
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