The run

creamer

I think creamer is better than milk, sugar or whipped cream.


I had to go, I could not take him with me. I left him in his cage.

Something happened. It happened almost too fast to react to it. As I drive down the freeway, I think about him. I left Oscar in the care of a friend, even though I knew my friend was not experienced with taking care of him. This friend was the only other person in the world I could trust enough to take care of him.


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