my story is repeditive. almost every night i am in bed reading, when i hear a crea of my door. then breathing. heavy, raspy, breathing. there are the sounds of claws on the tile of my room. then, a scratching noise. before i even put it all together, a face appears in my vision. and it is my cat pheobe who can open doors and my dog who work together to do this a lot of times.
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