"Whoop de do! I clean your poop!"
"Well, now you just sound like a child."
"I AM A CHILD!" I screamed.
We looked at each other. She looked down at her beautiful grey paws and I sobbed.
Misty crawled tentatively onto my lap and I lifted her into my arms. Together we curled up in the pile of clothes.
As my hand petted her back and her soft purrs petted my mood, I made a decision.
This problem was too big for me, a child.
But I also knew, because Misty had bravely (drunkenly) risked the rules and talked to me, that it was too big for everyone.
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