How we showered affection
on that cat.
Held him close
his fish breath
our perfume.
The feline hum
of his compact body
an elixir.
We whispered in his ear,
how handsome--
how pretty--
what a love--
such a good cat.
How we wished
so long ago
we were that
child.
At the young of age of seven, Jill's mother Eve takes her for regular sessions to a child psychologist for treatment of her anxiety, which only makes her behavior worse. When she reaches her teens, she starts drinking and then smoking marijuana with
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