porky had great folds. they were itchy and she would dive bomb the carpet and drag her face against it to scratch them. she usually smelled like corn chips and her breath smelled like an asthma inhaler. it might sound morbid, but this is exactly what she looked like when she died, all flopped over, relaxed, jowls all smushed. i dont know if i will ever get over her loss.
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