Artemis

by Andy Weir

I hear poor people can have dogs

If you have a dog please tell me about your dog.

arched my back.

scamper

He looked at the door longingly, then scampered off.

emerged from the compartment like a slug.

at some feral level I wanted my daddy.

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“Listen, assholes,” he said. “I’m too gay to enjoy this catfight. Knock it off

I scampered

“Huu m uh nn’ d’d?”