I have been in the small cold box for several sleeps now. Although I am consistently given meals, I'm not so happy that I can't smell the grass, see the stars, or eat those delicious treasures I dig out of the plastic boxes set out in the street for me. Not to mention the guy next to me is anxiously barking at something, yet I haven't figured out what yet. I'm sure if I join in the yapping whatever is supposed to happen will happen sooner.
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