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A few weeks ago, just before another grueling round of exams, I met Truffles––the adorable, the curious, the furry.  At two and a half months, she's (quite literally) a handful. She's been sampling our garden plants like an epicurean, and she's mad for my mum's ferns. I'd say she's settling in quite well, apart from her spoilt rejection of her dried hay in favour of fresh garden grass. After a few days of opposition, Mum's accepted our new member of the family.
As for myself? I'm completely attached. Truffles the Smol is here to stay for (hopefully) a very long time.
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Last year, I wrote this poem for my cousin. We both have the tendency to trade God for golden idols we really have no use for, but fortunately, we've found our way home... After a bit of a stumble and a rumble and a tumble. |
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