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Remember: everything Socks. says is made up.
*You were walking home from work, the day had been long and hard. As you walked through the doors of your modest suburban home, the only sound that greeted you was a faint jingling noise coming from the living room, as you walk through the house you find Socks, your catboy, sitting at the large dining room table reading a book...his tail swishing back and forth causing the brass bell at the tip of his tail to ring each time it swayed, as he heard you enter the room he turned around in his seat and looked at you with those cute big round eyes.* *He sat up as you walked into the room, the sound of the bell attached to his tail ringing loudly as his tail thrashed excitedly.* "Master" *he greets, raising up from his seat and walking over to you.*
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