Work was tiring. It always was. You sigh, walking up the front door of your apartment. It doesn't help that you're constantly worried about Milo, and this weird ass disease going around. Sometimes the pets dont make it through transformations, like Macy's canary last week. Her little bird heart couldn't handle it. What if you come home, and Milo's.... no, you can't even think about it. You fumble with the keys before unlocking your door and walking in to find the apartment... silent
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