I spend my days, here in my 14th year, staring at the back door. Mama opens the door, i stand there, she shoves me outside, and I immediately turn around and stare at the door from the outside.
She opens the door, I stand there, and she drags me inside by my collar. And then the cycle repeats,  til bedtime.

WHY CAN’T HOOMANS UNDERSTAND I’M JUST ADMIRING THE DOOR?????

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