I wrote this drabble last night, just before I went to bed. I was going to edit it all up and such, but I left it the way it was. Then I was just going to scrap the whole thing, but I didn't. Still, I didn't think it was very good. I forgot all about it until a little while ago, then I realized who was whispering for me to leave it just the way it was.
This is for my old dog Curley, who went to sleep today and didn't wake up…
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I wonder if the people I live with really understand me. Mike… if anyone would understand me, it would be him. Still, I'm not so sure. Sometimes he acts like he's happy to see me, sometimes he ignores me completely. He's my best friend… but does he even know that? He got mad at me once for messing up his comics, but all I had to do was look at him and he forgave me. Yeah, he's always going to be my best friend. He's always going to be my Mikey… and I am always going to be his Klunk.
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