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Originally Posted by Shawnee123
I met a rat once, sane as could be. He had manners, he was charming, he held the door for me. We could discuss literature and philosophy for hours. Then he had to go to work in the shithouse. He changed. He stayed out late and never called. He drank. He stank. He started watching shows about trampy suburbanites.
Still, I don't know if all those traits were always somewhere below the surface, or if the shithouse induced them. He told me once about his Uncle Algernon, who was doing quite well for himself...then BOOM. Off the deep end.
Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of rats? There but for the grace of dog go I?
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I had a very similar experience with a rat. He was fine until he started at that damn shithouse plant. Without warning, everything changed. Suddenly my Laura Ashley nighties weren't doing it for him and he brought a successively slutty type of teddy home for me to wear (NEVER!) and then, the meth.
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In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic.
"Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her.
—James Barrie
Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum
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