“Don’t wriggle,” growled Zero, a huge rumble of sound that reverberated through my ribs. “There’s no room for me,” I muttered. “Why are you so flamin’ big?” “I asked you if you wanted to sleep on the bed—” “Pets aren’t allowed on the bed. And mine’s not big enough for you.” Zero sounded exasperated. “Then don’t complain.” “Yeah, but you’re so flamin’ big! I can’t even scratch my leg without falling off the couch.” “Don’t scratch your leg.” “Yeah, but now that I’m not allowed to scratch it I need to scratch it more.” “Pet.” “You got a spell for itchy legs?” “Go to sleep, Pet.” “I can’t sleep
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