Man, she's weird. When my teenage girl went into the kitchen, she came out of her cage over to cower by me. Why in the world could she be scared of a girl, and why it the world would she come over to me? She’s scared to death of me!
Weird.
All I know for sure is, I got to start getting home in time (or make time) to work with her. She's got to learn to come to me on call, not just when she wants to cower!
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